Edward William Thomson
Edward William Thomson Poems
- We Talked Of Lincoln WE talked of Abraham Lincoln in the ...
- King Volsung And The Skald E sang on the Heath of the ...
- To Theodore Roosevelt SHALL we to great Deliverers be ...
- Hail To The Chief AGAIN we greet the patient heart, The ...
- The Wheatfield At Gettysburg THESE famous acres bear a mystic...
- Parliament Of The Ages OF all who’d thronged the Commons’ ...
- The Many Mansioned House THERE looms, upon the enormous ...
Edward William Thomson (February 12, 1849 – 1924) was a Canadian journalist and writer.
He was born in Peel County, Ontario, the grandson of Edward William Thomson, a member of the York militia who was a member of the Legislative Assembly of Upper Canada. When Thompson was 14, he was sent to Philadelphia to work in a mercantile office; he enlisted in the Union Army in October 1864 (at ... more »
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We Talked Of Lincoln
WE talked of Abraham Lincoln in the night,
Ten fur-coat men on North Saskatchewan’s plain—
Pure zero cold, and all the prairie white—
Englishman, Scotchman, Scandinavian, Dane,
Two Irish, four Canadians—all for gain
Of food and raiment, children, parents, wives,
Living the hardest life that Man survives,
And secret proud because it was so hard
Exploring, camping, axeing, faring lean.—
Month in and out no creature had we seen
Except our burdened dogs, gaunt foxes gray,
Hard-feathered grouse that shot would seldom slay,
Slinking coyotés, plumy-trailing...