When Day is Done: "Be a friend. You don't need glory. Friendship is a simple story"

By Edgar Guest

Edgar Albert Guest was born in Birmingham, England on August 20th 1881.

In 1891 the family moved to the United States. Guest began his career at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then moved on to reporting. The paper published his first poem

• Language: English
• Publisher: Portable Poetry
• Release date: Jan 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781839671791

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When Day is Done by Edgar Guest

Edgar Albert Guest was born in Birmingham, England on August 20th 1881.

In 1891 the family moved to the United States.  Guest began his career at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then moved on to reporting. The paper published his first poem on 11th December 1898.

Guest became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, he was read widely and avidly throughout North America.  His intrinsically sentimental, optimistic poems brought him a large audience and following as well as the moniker of ‘People’s Poet’.

During his career he wrote an astounding 11,000 poems which were syndicated in some 300 newspapers and collected and published across more than 20 books.  Guest was also made Poet Laureate of Michigan, the only poet to have been awarded the title.

Such was the devotion of his readership that he was given a weekly Detroit radio show from 1931 until 1942. In 1951 NBC gave him his own TV series, ‘A Guest in Your Home’.  In between he hosted a thrice-weekly transcribed radio programme from January 15th, 1941, sponsored by Land O'Lakes Creameries. The singer Eddy Howard featured.

Guest was also a Freemason and a lifetime member of Ashlar Lodge No. 91. In honour of Guest's devotion to the Craft, community, and humanity in general, the Grand Lodge of Free and Accepted Masons of Michigan established the Edgar A. Guest Award for lodges to present to non-Masons within the community who demonstrated distinguished service to the community and their fellow man.

Edgar Albert Guest died on 5th August 1959, at the age of 77, in Detroit, Michigan. He was buried in Woodlawn Cemetery.

Index of Contents

When Day Is Done

The Simple Things

Life Is What We Make It

What We Need

A Boy and His Dad

If I Had Youth

Looking Back

God Made This Day for Me

The Grate Fire

The Homely Man

The Joys We Miss

The Fellowship of Books

When Sorrow Comes

Golf Luck

Contradictin' Joe

The Better Job

My Religion

What I Call Living

If This Were All

A Christmas Carol

Forgotten Boyhood

The Peaks of Valor

When the Minister Calls

The Age of Ink

No Use Sighin'

No Children!

The Loss Is Not So Great

Dan McGann Declares Himself

A Boy and His Stomach

Home and the Office

He's Taken Out His Papers

Castor Oil

A Father's Wish

No Better Land Than This

A Boy and His Dog

Wait Till Your Pa Comes Home

Nothing to Laugh At

No Room for Hate

The Boy and the Flag

Too Big a Price

Always Saying Don't!

Boy O' Mine

To a Little Girl

A Feller's Hat

The Good Little Boy

Green Apple Time

She Mothered Five

Little Girls Are Best

The World and Bud

Aw Gee Whiz!

Practicing Time

The Christmas Gift for Mother

Bedtime

The Willing Horse

Where Children Play

How Do You Buy Your Money?

Mother's Day

When We Play the Fool

What Makes an Artist

She Powders Her Nose

The Chip on Your Shoulder

The Kick Under the Table

Leader of the Gang

Ma and the Ouija Board

The Call of the Woods

Committee Meetings

Pa and the Monthly Bills

Bob White

When Ma Wants Something New

Sittin' on the Porch With Dog and Gun

Old Mister Laughter

A Family Row

The Lucky Man

Lonely

The Cookie Jar

Little Wrangles

The Wide Outdoors

Where's Mamma?

Summer Dreams

I Ain't Dead Yet

The Cure for Weariness

To an Old Friend

Memorial Day

The Happy Man

The Song of the Builder

Old Years and New

When We're All Alike

The Things You Can't Forget

The Making of Friends

The Deeds of Anger

I'd Rather Be a Failure

Couldn't Live Without You

Just a Boy

What Home's Intended For

Safe at Home

When Friends Drop In

The Book of Memory

Pretending Not to See

The Joys of Home

We're Dreamers All

What Is Success?

The Three Me's

Brothers All

When We Understand the Plan

The Spoiler

A Vanished Joy

Carry On

Life's Single Standard

Learn to Smile

The True Man

Cleaning the Furnace

Trouble Brings Friends

Edgar Guest – A Concise Bibliography

When Day Is Done

When day is done and the night slips down,

And I've turned my back on the busy town,

And come once more to the welcome gate

Where the roses nod and the children wait,

I tell myself as I see them smile

That life is good and its tasks worth while.

When day is done and I've come once more

To my quiet street and the friendly door,

Where the Mother reigns and the children play

And the kettle sings in the old-time way,

I throw my coat on a near-by chair

And say farewell to my pack of care.

When day is done, all the hurt and strife

And the selfishness and the greed of life,

Are left behind in the busy town;

I've ceased to worry about renown

Or gold or fame, and I'm just a dad,

Content to be with his girl and lad.

Whatever the day has brought of care,

Here love and laughter are mine to share,

Here I can claim what the rich desire—

Rest and peace by a ruddy fire,

The welcome words which the loved ones speak

And the soft caress of a baby's cheek.

When day is done and I reach my gate,

I come to a realm where there is no hate,

For here, whatever my worth may be,

Are those who cling to their faith in me;

And with love on guard at my humble door,

I have all that the world has struggled for.

The Simple Things

I would not be too wise—so very wise

That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,

And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyes

To humble people and their humble needs.

I would not care to climb so high that I

Could never hear the children at their play,

Could only see the people passing by,

And never hear the cheering words they say.

I would not know too much—too much to smile

At trivial errors of the heart and hand,

Nor be too proud to play the friend the while,

Nor cease to help and know and understand.

I would not care to sit upon a throne,

Or build my house upon a mountain-top,

Where I must dwell in glory all alone

And never friend come in or poor man stop.

God grant that I may live upon this earth

And face the tasks which every morning brings

And never lose the glory and the worth

Of humble service and the simple things.

Life Is What We Make It

Life is a jest;

Take the delight of it.

Laughter is best;

Sing through the night of it.

Swiftly the tear

And the hurt and the ache of it

Find us down here;

Life must be what we make of it.

Life is a song;

Dance to the thrill of it.

Grief's hours are long,

And cold is the chill of it.

Joy is man's need;

Let us smile for the sake of it.

This be our creed:

Life must be what we make of it.

Life is a soul;

The virtue and vice of it,

Strife for a goal,

And man's strength is the price of it.

Your life and mine,

The bare bread and the cake of it

End in this line:

Life must be what we make of it.

What We Need

We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,

Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin' thrones o' kings,

When he ups an' strokes his whiskers with his hand an' says t'me:

"Changin' laws an' legislatures ain't, as fur as I can see,

Goin' to make this world much better, unless somehow we can

Find a way to make a better an' a finer sort o' man.

"The trouble ain't with statutes or with systems—not at all;

It's with humans jest like we air an' their petty ways an' small.

We could stop our writin' law-books an' our