Over the past years of creating this weekly missive, I have on several occasions shared with you verses crafted by Edgar A. Guest. You may recall that Guest (1881-1959) began his illustrious career in 1895 at the age of fourteen when his work first appeared the Detroit Free Press. His column was syndicated in over 300 newspapers, and he became known as “The Poet of the People.” Here is an inspirational sampling of his voluminous legacy to the best qualities we can aspire to.
The Finer Thought
Edgar Guest
How fine it is at night to say:
I have not wronged a soul to-day.
I have not by a word or deed,
In any breast sowed anger’s seed,
Or caused a fellow being pain;
Nor is there on my crest a stain
That shame has left. In honor’s way,
With head erect, I’ve lived this day.
When night slips down and day departs
And rest returns to weary hearts,
How fine it is to close the book
Of records for the day, and look
Once more along the traveled mile
And find that all has been worthwhile;
To say: In honor I have toiled;
My plume is spotless and unsoiled.
Yet cold and stern a man may be
Retaining his integrity;
And he may pass from day to day
A spirit dead, in living clay,
Observing strictly morals, laws,
Yet serving but a selfish cause;
So it is not enough to say:
I have not stooped to shame to-day!
It is a finer, nobler thought
When day is done and night has brought
The contemplative hours and sweet,
And rest to weary hearts and feet,
If man can stand in truth and say:
I have been useful here to-day.
Back there is one I chanced to see
With hope newborn because of me.
This day in honor I have toiled;
My shining crest is still unsoiled;
But on the mile I leave behind
Is one who says that I was kind;
And someone hums a cheerful song
Because I chanced to come along.
Sweet rest at night that man shall own
Who has not lived his day alone.
Have an awe-FULL weekend!
William “Bill” Bacque