Jean Blewett Poems
- St. Andrew's Day-A Toast Wha cares if skies be dull and ...
- At The Sick Children's Hospita... A little crippled figure, two...
- A Good Woman Her eyes are the windows of a soul Where only ...
- A Boy's Trials When I was but a little lad One thing I could...
- Dady's Boy It is time for bed, so the nurse declares, But I ...
- Christmas Conversion I can see her in the kitchen, Apron on ...
- As Good As A Girl Oh, a big broad-shouldered fellow was ...
Jean Blewett was born at Scotia, Lake Erie, Ontario. Her parents, John and Janet (MacIntyre) McKishnie, were both natives of Argyllshire. She was educated at the local public school and at the St. Thomas Collegiate Institute. In 1889 she married Mr. Bassett Blewett, a native of Cornwall, England. Through her mother she is related to Duncan Ban MacIntyre, the famous Gaelic poet.
While still in her teens, Mrs. Blewett's poems, short stories and articles in the public press and in magazines began to attract attention; and in 1890, she published a novel, Out of the Depths. Heart Songs, a collection of her verse, appeared in 1897, and at once became popular; and The Cornflower and ... more »
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St. Andrew's Day-A Toast
Wha cares if skies be dull and gray?
Wha heeds November weather?
Let ilka Scot be glad to-day
The whole wide warl' thegither.
We're a' a prood and stubborn lot,
And clannish-sae fowk name us-
Ay, but with sic guid cause none ought
Tae judge us, or tae blame us,
For joys that are we'll pledge to-day
A land baith fair and glowing-
Here's tae the hames o' Canada,
Wi' luve and peace o'erflowing!
For joys that were, for auld lang syne,
For tender chords that bind us,
A toast-your hand, auld friend, in mine-
'The land we left behind ...