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


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 brier drowned in summer heat.

Her heart-December's chill and snow;
Heaven pity me, who love her so!

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