Jean Blewett

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

Jean Blewett Poems

81. When Trees Are Green 5/8/2012
82. To-Day You Understand 5/8/2012
83. The Treasure Box 5/8/2012
84. The Trust 5/8/2012
85. Woman 5/8/2012
86. The Wooing O' Katie 5/8/2012
87. The Grave 5/8/2012
88. The Mother's Lecture 5/8/2012
89. The Firstborn 5/8/2012
90. O Radiance Of Life's Morning 5/8/2012
91. The Barley Fields 5/8/2012
92. Youth And June 9/28/2010
93. The Cornflower 5/8/2012
94. The Song Of The Bells 5/8/2012
95. Love's Service 5/8/2012
96. Estranged 5/8/2012
97. October 5/8/2012
98. Wild Strawberries 5/8/2012
99. The Tryst 5/8/2012
100. Remembrance 5/8/2012
101. To Lillian Massey Treble 5/8/2012
102. The Lake Shore Road 5/8/2012
103. Life's Grandest Things 5/8/2012
104. St. Patrick's Day 5/8/2012
105. St. Andrew's Day-A Toast 5/8/2012
106. A Song Of Harvest Home 5/8/2012
107. April 5/8/2012
108. Chore Time 9/28/2010
109. A Hint 5/8/2012
110. August 5/8/2012
111. An April Fool Of Long Ago 5/8/2012
112. Archibald Lampman 5/8/2012
113. All On An April Morning 5/8/2012
114. Dawn 5/8/2012
115. Decorating The Old Church 5/8/2012
116. Despair 5/8/2012
117. A Bit O' Shamrock 5/8/2012
118. A Song Of Cheer 5/8/2012
119. Billy 5/8/2012
120. A Prayer Of Love 5/8/2012

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Best Poem of 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 ...

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Margaret

Her eyes-upon a summer's day
God's skies are not more blue than they.

Her hair-you've seen a sunbeam bold
Made up of just such threads of gold.

Her cheek-the leaf which nearest grows
The dewy heart of June's red rose.

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