Florence loved the writing of Edgar A. Guest. His poems are scattered throughout her journal. "Career" is not one of Mr. Guest's more well-known works, but it's quite thoughtful. Pondering the worth of someone who left no tangible record of his existence.
There are some who build with brick and stone
And some who guide a pen.
But the greater art is to play a part
In the throbbing lives of men.
Though a page of print may lovely be
And pictures joy may bring,
To give men strength for this long life's length
Is by far a greater thing.
When the critics sit in their judgement halls
On the things men build or write,
They blame or praise in the narrow ways
Of hearing and of sight.
But what of that worth which the eye sees not
And no glass can quite reveal,
That subtle gift which has power to lift
The weight of the woes men feel?
What of that life which leaves no trace
In records of print or stone
Yet is graven deep in the dreams men keep
And is found in the faith they've shown?
There is much to be said for man's deeds and skill
And much for his works of art,
But beyond compare is that influence rare
Which has bettered the human heart.
~Edgar A. Guest