Edgar Albert Guest Poems

There is no music quite so sweet
As patter of a baby's feet.
Who never hears along the hall
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When mother baked an angel cake we kids would gather round
An' watch her gentle hands at work, an' never make a sound;
We'd watch her stir the eggs an' flour an' powdered sugar, too,
An' pour it in the crinkled tin, an' then when it was through
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WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,
For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;
At seven in the morning they send me away
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Last night Ma said to Pa: 'My dear,
The Williamsons are coming here
To visit for a week or two,
An' I must have a talk with you.
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When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,
There's nothing else for him to do but sit and dream his bygones o'er.
And then before an open fire he smokes his pipe, while in the blaze
He seems to see a picture show of all his happy yesterdays.
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When a fellow's feeling blue,
And is troubled, through and through
With a melancholy feeling
That he cannot seem to shake,
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IF only I were Santa Claus I 'd travel east and west
To every hovel where there lies a little child at rest;
I'd drive my reindeer over roofs they'd never trod before,
I 'd seek the tenements where sleep the babies on the floor,
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I WONDER if they're bitin' way off yonder in the bay!
I wonder if they're fightin' very hard t' git away!
I wonder if they're hungry, an' would grab a silver spoon
Th' way that I remember they used t' do in June!
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IN parting from a dear old friend for months, perhaps, or years,
There's bound to be some bitter sobs, an' generally tears,
An' as a rule, the lovin' ones will gather round about
The station, softly cry in' while the train is pullin' out;
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HERE'S to the men who laugh
In the face of grim despair,
Who gather the tares and chaff
But sow with a cheerful air.
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