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In Memoriam In Memoriam

In Memoriam
(A Tribute to Mrs. George A. Cox.) The Golden Rule--the blessed creed That shelters frail humanity, The tender thought for those in need, The charity of word and deed, Without which all is vanity-- This, friend, you made your very own, And yours the satisfying part To pluck the rose of love full blown, To reap the gladness you had sown With open... Poems - Post by : tj858 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1281

April April

April
God's garden is this dim old wood, And hidden in its bosom The bursting bud, the feathery leaf And soft, sweet smelling blossom. Ho! May is fair, and glorious June, In rose leaves doth enfold her; Their bloom is richer than my own, But mine is sweeter, bolder. God's garden is this dim old wood, And... Poems - Post by : wmorse99 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2573

Love's Service Love's Service

Love's Service
Your presence is a psalm of praise, And as its measure grandly rings God's finger finds my heart and plays A te deum upon its strings. I never see you but I feel That I in gratitude must kneel. Your head down-bent, the brow of snow Crowned with the shining braids of hair, To me, because I love you so, Is in itself a tender prayer,... Poems - Post by : mlm46 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 3462

The Emigrant Laddie The Emigrant Laddie

The Emigrant Laddie
Though long, long leagues of land and sea Stretch out between Braemar and me, I'll win home late or soon, Will take the old familiar way Past Isla Glen, up bold Glenshee, By sun-kissed hill and valley gray-- These feet of mine will find their way At midnight or at noon. The hearth-fire, and the cot of stone Set 'mong the fir trees tall and lone,... Poems - Post by : Raydio4 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 3648

Remembrance Remembrance

Remembrance
"Once they were lovers," says the world, "with young hearts all aglow; They have forgotten," says the world, "forgotten long ago." Between ourselves--just whisper it--the old world does not know. They walk their lone, divided ways, but ever with them goes Remembrance, the subtle breath of love's sweet thorny rose.(The end)Jean Blewett's poem: Remembrance... Poems - Post by : R_Hagel - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1317

Two June Nights Two June Nights

Two June Nights
A red rose in my lady's hair, A white rose in her fingers, A wild bird singing low, somewhere, A song that pulses, lingers. The sound of dancing and of mirth, The fiddle's merry chiming, A smell of earth, of fresh, warm earth, And honeysuckle climbing; My lady near, yet far away-- Ah, lonely June of yesterday! A big white night... Poems - Post by : jera_c - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 3085

St. Valentine St. Valentine

St. Valentine
The girl's a slender thing and fair, With dimpled cheek and eyes ashine; The youth is tall, with bashful air. Heigho! a fond and foolish pair-- The day is yours, St. Valentine. He says: "My heart will constant prove, Since every beat of it is thine; The sweetest joy of life is love." The birds are mating in the grove--... Poems - Post by : Robert_Boduch - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2757

Margaret Margaret

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. Her mouth--full lipped, and subtly sweet As briar drowned in summer heat. Her heart--December's chill and snow-- Heaven pity me, who love her so!(The end)Jean Blewett's poem: Margaret... Poems - Post by : Case_Stevens - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 930

The Parting The Parting

The Parting
One summer's morning I heard a lark Singing to heaven, a sweet-throated bird; One winter's night I was glad in the dark Because of the wondrous song I had heard. The joy of life, I have heard you say, Is my love, my laughter, my smiles and tears; When I have gone on the long, strange way, Let these stay with you through all the years-- These be the... Poems - Post by : ccalderw - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1311

Estranged Estranged

Estranged
"It is good-bye," she said; "the world is wide, There's space for you and me to walk apart. Though we have walked together side by side, My thoughts all yours, my resting-place your heart, We now will go our different ways. Forget The happy past. I would not have you keep One thought of me. Ah, yes, my eyes are wet; My love is great, my grief must needs be deep.... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2962

The Message The Message

The Message
My Marjorie doth hold in her white hands A spray of lilies plucked below the brook Where the old ruin of a chapel stands-- A ruin tenanted by many a nook, And all the grayness of it hid from sight By gracious draping of the ivy green. Sweet lilies, 'tis your glorious fate to-night To lie upon her breast, to send between Her silken bodice and the heart beneath... Poems - Post by : thehypnotist - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2432

The Treasure Box The Treasure Box

The Treasure Box
I asked Aunt Persis yester-eve, as twilight fell, If she had things of value hidden safe away-- Treasures that were her very own? And did she love To bring them forth, and feast her eyes upon their worth, And finger them with all a miser's greed of touch? She smiled that slow, warm smile of hers, and drew me down Beside her in the inglenook. The rain beat hard Against the panes, without the world was doubly gray... Poems - Post by : wole2g - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2479

Vashti Vashti

Vashti
"O last days of the year!" she whispered low, "You fly too swiftly past. Ah, you might stay A while, a little while. Do you not know What tender things you bear with you away? "I'm thinking, sitting in the soft gloom here, Of all the riches that were mine the day There crept down on the world the soft New Year, A rosy thing with promise filled, and gay.... Poems - Post by : Tassie - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2645

The Secret The Secret

The Secret
The throng about her did not know, Her nearest friend could not surmise Whence came the brightness and the glow, The wondrous radiance of her eyes. One said, half enviously: "Your face Is beautiful with gladness rare, With that warm, generous heart of yours Some precious secret you must share." Ah, true beneath the filmy lace That rose and fell upon her breast,... Poems - Post by : ramuks - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1457

The Argument The Argument

The Argument
"As friend," she said, "I will be kind, My sympathy will rarely fail, My eyes to many faults be blind-- As wife, I'll lecture, scold, and rail, "Be full of moods, a shrew one day, A thing of tenderness the next, Will kiss and wound--a woman's way That long the soul of man has vext. "You've been a true, unselfish man, Have thought upon... Poems - Post by : nivekderf - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 2866

Forgive And Forget Forgive And Forget

Forgive And Forget
I'll tell you the sweetest thing, dear heart, I'll tell you the sweetest thing-- 'Tis saying to one that we love: "Forgive The careless words and the sting; Forgive and forget, and be friends once more, For the world is an empty place Without the light of your warm, true eyes, And the smile of your tender face." O the kissing and making up again,... Poems - Post by : dwyersojahz - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 993

The Long Ago The Long Ago

The Long Ago
O life has its seasons joyous and drear, Its summer sun and its winter snow, But the fairest of all, I tell you, dear, Was the sweet old spring of the long ago-- The ever and ever so long ago-- When we walked together among the flowers, When the world with beauty was all aglow. O the rain and dew! O the shine and... Poems - Post by : arbid - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1932

The Ghosts Of Night The Ghosts Of Night

The Ghosts Of Night
When we were children, long ago, And crept to bed at close of day, With backward glance and footstep slow, Though all aweary with our play, Do you remember how the room-- The little room with window deep-- Would fill with shadows and with gloom, And fright us so we could not sleep? For O! the things we see at night-- The dragons grim,... Poems - Post by : rex470 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 3082

When The Dusk Comes Down When The Dusk Comes Down

When The Dusk Comes Down
Do you know what I will love best of all To do when I'm old? At the close of day When the dusk comes down and the shadows play, And the wind sings loud in the poplars tall, I will love to get into my corner here-- The curtains drawn, and never a one To break the stillness--to sit here alone And dream of these good old times, my dear.... Poems - Post by : jimlea - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1950

Love's Sacrifice Love's Sacrifice

Love's Sacrifice
"And behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head." The eyes He turned on her who kneeling wept Were filled with tenderness and pity rare; But looking on the Pharisee, there crept A sorrow and a hint of sternness... Poems - Post by : johnbates - Date : November 2011 - Author : Jean Blewett - Read : 1022