Edgar Albert Guest Poems

Curly locks, what do you know of the world,
And what do your brown eyes see?
Has your baby mind been able to find
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Songs of rejoicin',
Of love and of cheer,
Are the songs that I'm yearnin' for
Year after year.
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'Men will grow weary,' said the Lord,
'Of working for their bed and board.
They'll weary of the money chase
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If all the flowers were roses,
If never daisies grew,
If no old-fashioned posies
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I would rather be the daddy
Of a romping, roguish crew,
Of a bright-eyed chubby laddie
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He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,
But he didn't seem to hear us, so I went out there to see
What the little rogue was up to, and I stooped and asked him why,
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Ain't it fine when things are going
Topsy-turvy and askew
To discover someone showing
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It's tough when you are homesick in a strange
and distant place;
It's anguish when you're hungry for an
old-familiar face.
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Time was when spring returned we went
To find another home to rent;
We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,
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A touch of the plain and the prairie,
A bit of the Motherland, too;
A strain of the fur-trapper wary,
A blend of the old and the new;
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