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St. Patrick's Day
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Jean Blewett


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There’s an Isle, a green Isle, set in the sea,
     Here’s to the Saint that blessed it!
And here’s to the billows wild and free
     That for centuries have caressed it!
 
Here’s to the day when the men that roam
     Send longing eyes o’er the water!
Here’s to the land that still spells home
     To each loyal son and daughter!
 
Here’s to old Ireland?fair, I ween,
     With the blue skies stretched above her!
Here’s to her shamrock warm and green,
 And here’s to the hearts that love her!

 

This poem is in the public domain.

 

 


Jean McKishnie Blewett (1862 – 1934) was a Canadian author, journalist, and poet. Born as Mary Jane McKinshie, and occasionally writing under the pseudonym of Katherine Kent, Jean came from a literary family; her brother, sister, and cousin were all writers. Jean wrote four novels, three collections of poetry, and was an editor for the Toronto Daily Globe for many years. The town of Blewett, Saskatchewan, is said to be named after her.

 


Post New Comment:
barbsteff:
Sounds like a true report on the Irish. Nice.
Posted 03/18/2017 12:24 PM
Jancan:
Beautiful and moving tribute! Janice
Posted 03/17/2017 08:32 AM


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