Our Dead In South Africa.

    Day of battle and day of blood
    Found you steady and strong, I ween;
    Sons of the land of the Maple Leaf,
    Face to the foe, you died for the Queen.

    Brave boys, our boys, filling to-day
    Nameless graves upon veldt and plain,
    Here's to your mem'ry gallant and true,
    Sons of our soil, who thought it gain

    To fight and win, or to fight and fall!
    Strong of purpose, you took your stand,
    Proved with your life-blood red and warm
    Canada's faith in the Motherland!

    Brave boys, our boys, this have you done,
    Drawn us closer, and bound us fast;
    One are we with the Isle in the sea,
    One in the future, the present, the past.

    Brave boys, our boys, honor we owe,
    Honor and homage a mighty debt -
    You proved our love and our loyalty -
    The land that bore you will not forget!
    Canada's soldiers, Canada's sons,
    The land that bore you will not forget!

Jean Blewett

Jean Blewett was a Canadian author, journalist, and poet. Born in Scotia, Ontario, she became well-known for her poetry and was awarded the part of lyrical poet at the World’s Fair in Chicago, 1893. Her notable works were often published in literary magazines. Besides poetry, Blewett also wrote stories and worked as a journalist, gaining considerable respect in both fields. She passed away in Chatham, Ontario, in 1934. Her legacy remains a significant part of Canadian literary history.

Jean Blewett

To Lillian Massey Treble

Jean Blewett, Simple Poetry

Dawn.

Jean Blewett, Simple Poetry

Two Monuments.

Jean Blewett, Simple Poetry

Wild Strawberries.

Jean Blewett, Simple Poetry

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