Jean Blewett

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

Decorating The Old Church - Poem by Jean Blewett

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.

'Holly with thorns, and berries like blood
On its shiny greenness flung.
O the pierced side, and the thorny crown,
And the cross whereon He hung!

'The mistletoe, meaning All-healing,
Hangs close to the holly's thorn,
Lest we forget that on Christmas Day
The Healer of Souls was born.

'Ivy's for faith; on the altar rail
Let it creep where all may see;
It crept till it kissed a cheek so pale
That night in Gethsemane.

'Bay's for remembrance, full and sweet;
It speaks with its fragrant breath
Of manger and cross and a lowly tomb,
And a love that conquered death.

'And laurel leaves for the wreath I bring,
The laurel for victory,
And palms for the crowning of a King-
The morrow is Christmas Day.'


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 8, 2012


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