Jean Blewett

(4 November 1872 - 1934 / Scotia, Lake Erie, Ontario)

Jean Blewett Poems

1. The Passage 9/28/2010
2. The Usurer 9/28/2010
3. What Time The Morning Stars Arise 9/28/2010
4. For He Was Scotch, And So Was She 9/28/2010
5. Her Portrait 9/28/2010
6. Quebec 9/28/2010
7. The Air Castles 5/8/2012
8. The Argument 5/8/2012
9. Earth To The Twentieth Century 5/8/2012
10. The Emigrant Laddie 5/8/2012
11. Envy 5/8/2012
12. Estranged 5/8/2012
13. Fool's Luck 5/8/2012
14. Forgive And Forget 5/8/2012
15. Friend Or Foe? 5/8/2012
16. The Ghosts Of Night 5/8/2012
17. God's Warmth Is She 5/8/2012
18. Immortality 5/8/2012
19. The Imprisoned Lark 5/8/2012
20. In Memoriam 5/8/2012
21. In Sunflower Time 5/8/2012
22. Jack 5/8/2012
23. Janet 5/8/2012
24. Jessie 5/8/2012
25. The King's Gift 5/8/2012
26. The Lad From Inverness 5/8/2012
27. Grace 5/8/2012
28. The Harbor Lights Of Home 5/8/2012
29. Her Little Way 5/8/2012
30. Her Mission 5/8/2012
31. Her Prayer 5/8/2012
32. The Highland Shepherd 5/8/2012
33. The Cricket 5/8/2012
34. The Criticisim 5/8/2012
35. Lesley 5/8/2012
36. Life's Day 5/8/2012
37. Madam Grundy 5/8/2012
38. Magdalene 5/8/2012
39. Men O' The Forest Mark 5/8/2012
40. The Message 5/8/2012

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Best Poem of Jean Blewett

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.
My spine, you know! I used to be so strong, and tall, and straight!
I went to school and learned to read and write upon a slate,
And add up figures-such a lot, and play with all my might,
Until I hurt my back-since then I just ache day and night.
'Tis most a year since I could stand, or walk around at all;
All I am good for now, you see, ...

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The Usurer

FATE says, and flaunts her stores of gold,
'I'll loan you happiness untold.
What is it you desire of me?'
A perfect hour in which to be
In love with life, and glad, and good,
The bliss of being understood,
Amid life's cares a little space
To feast your eyes upon a face,
The whispered word, the love-filled tone,

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