Edgar Albert Guest Fire Poems

There in the flame of the open grate,
All that is good in the past I see:
Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,
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I'm sorry for a fellow if he cannot look and see
In a grate fire's friendly flaming all the joys which used to be.
If in quiet contemplation of a cheerful ruddy blaze
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A warm house and a ruddy fire,
To what more can man aspire?
Eyes that shine with love aglow,
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