Jean Blewett Poems
- A Good Woman Her eyes are the windows of a soul Where only ...
- At The Sick Children's Hospita... A little crippled figure, two...
- 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 ...
- Chrysanthemum's Court They lift their faces to the ...
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 »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Comments about Jean Blewett
A Good Woman
Her eyes are the windows of a soul
Where only the white thoughts spring,
And they look, as the eyes of the angels look,
For the good in everything.
Her lips can whisper the tenderest words
That weary and worn can hear,
Can tell of the dawn of a better morn
Till only the cowards fear.
Her hands can lift up the fallen one
From an overthrow complete,
Can take a soul from the mire of sin
And lead it to Christ's dear feet.
And she can walk wherever she will-
She walketh never alone.
The work she does is the Master's work,
And God guards well ...