Thomas O'Hagan Poems
- The Old Brindle Cow OF all old memories that cluster round my...
- Ripened Fruit I KNOW not what my heart hath lost; I cannot...
- The Song My Mother Sings SWEET unto my heart is the song my ...
- The Dance At Mcdougall's IN a little log house near the rim ...
- The Chrism Of Kings IN the morn of the world, at the day ...
- The Bugle Call DO you hear the call of our Mother From ...
- An Idyl Of The Farm O THERE'S joy in every sphere of life ...
Dr. Thomas O'Hagan (March 6, 1855 - March 1, 1939) was a Canadian poet, teacher, and academic.
He was born in the Gore of Toronto (now part of Mississauga, Ontario), the youngest of five children of John and Bridget (O'Reilly) O'Hagan. When he was less than a year old, the family moved to rural Bruce Country, near the village of Paisley, where he grew up.
He attended St. Michael's College in Toronto, and then the University of Ottawa, where he received a Bachelor of Arts in 1882 and Master of Arts in 1885., and Syracuse University in 1889, where he was awarded a Ph.D. in 1889.. He also did postgraduate work at Cornell, Columbia, Chicago, Louvain, Grenoble and Fribourg ... more »
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The Old Brindle Cow
OF all old memories that cluster round my heart,
With their root in my boyhood days,
The quaintest is linked to the old brindle cow
With sly and mysterious ways.
She'd linger round the lot near the old potato patch,
A sentinel by night and by day,
Watching for the hour when all eyes were asleep,
To start on her predatory way.
The old brush fence she would scorn in her course,
With turnips and cabbage just beyond,
And corn that was blooming through the halo of the night–
What a banquet so choice and so fond!
But when the stars of morn were ...