Just because you can capture beautiful scenes with paint, doesn't mean you can do the same with words.
The Blessed West
by Thomas Mower Martin, 1902
'Tis forty years since first to Canada
I came from blythe old England's happy shore
Passed through Quebec and ever westward bore
Till in Muskoka's woods I came to stay
Hence summer short and winter's long delay
Drove me to old Toronto to restore
My fortunes during thirty years or more
Then to the blessed west I made my way
Now I look back on wasted years of cold
In winter and in summer burning heat
Too late to start again now I am old
In the mild climate of this calm retreat
But not too late to rest for the short time
I have to spend within this blessed clime
picture: from the Glenbow Museum website. Please click here.
poem from the Thomas Mower Martin website. Please click here.