Biography of Jean Blewett
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 Other Poems, issued in 1906, increased the author's fame and popularity. One of her poems, 'Spring' captured the prize of six hundred dollars, offered for the best poem on this trite subject, by the Chicago Times-Herald.
Jean Blewett's Works:
Out of the Depths (1890)
Heart Songs (1897)
The Cornflower and Other Poems (1906)
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Jean Blewett Poems
At The Sick Children's Hospital
A little crippled figure, two big pathetic eyes, A face that looked unchildish, so wan it was and wise; I watched her as the homesick tears came chasing down each cheek. 'I had to come,' she whispered low, 'I was so tired and weak.
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.
A Boy's Trials
When I was but a little lad One thing I could not bear, It was to stand at mother's knee And have her comb my hair.
It is time for bed, so the nurse declares, But I slip off to the nook, The cozy nook at the head of the stairs, Where daddy's reading his book.
I can see her in the kitchen, Apron on and sleeves rolled up, Measurin' spices in a teaspoon, Figs and raisins in a cup.
As Good As A Girl
Oh, a big broad-shouldered fellow was Ben, And homely as you would see, Such an awkward walker and stammering talker, And as bashful as he could be.
They lift their faces to the light, And aye they are a gallant band; The queen of all is snowy white- A stately thing, and tall and grand.
My soul spoke low to Discontent: Long hast thou lodged with me, Now, ere the strength of me is spent, I would be quit of thee.
Christy And The Pipers
'Twas a score of years since I'd heard the pipes, But the other night I heard them; There are sweet old memories in my heart, And the music woke and stirred them.
All Love Asks
All Love asks is a heart to stay in; A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in; A garden of tender thoughts to play in; A faith unswerving through cold or heat Till the heart where Love lodges forgets to beat.
O! He was the boy of the house, you know, A jolly and rollicking lad; He never was sick, he never was tired, And nothing could make him sad.
A Prayer Of Love
A prayer of love, O Father! A fair and flowery way Life stretches out before these On this their marriage day.
A Bit O' Shamrock
We met her on the hillside green Below old Castle Blarney; Her name, she whispered, was Eileen, Her home it was Killarney.
Decorating The Old Church
Gray old gardener, what do you bring? 'Laurel and ivy and bay, With palms for the crowning of a King- The morrow is Christmas Day.
WHEN I'm at gran'dad's on the farm,
I hear along 'bout six o'clock,
Just when I'm feelin' snug an' warm,
'Ho, Bobby, come and feed your stock.'
I jump and get into my clothes;
It's dark as pitch, an' shivers run
All up my back. Now, I suppose
Not many boys would think this fun.