Wikipedia says that, by writing optimistic, inspirational poems, this guy came to be called The People's Poet. This book was published in 1919, and aside from a few lines about men marching off, there isn't much hint that a war was going on: that is except for a poem in which the Germans are shown to be evil in that they, apparently from pure spite, dynamited an apple tree in France.
This guy makes me think of Norman Rockwell (I imagine this is an insult to Rockwell in terms of their relative technical dexterity). He praises home and country in stereotypical, gentle, comic ways that are sort of revolting in their assertions of naivete. And yet, one thinks, is it really an awful thing that there are people out there praising bare happiness, morality, family?
This book was written in a world where The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock had been available to read for several years. Next time I teach a modern poetry unit, I want to begin with some Edgar Guest, so that students can see a real contrast. Ahem:
Best way to read a book I know
Is get a lad of six or so,
And curl him up upon my knee
Deep in a big arm chair, where we
Can catch the warmth of blazing coals,
And then let two contented souls
Melt into one, old age and youth,
Sharing adventure's marvelous truth.