I never looked upon thy face;
I never saw thy dwelling-place;
My home is by Lake Erie’s shore,
Beyond Niagara’s distant roar;
And thine where ships at anchor ride,
By fair St. Lawrence’s rolling tide,
With half a continent between
Its seas of blue, and isles of green,
And many a mountain’s nodding crest,
And many a valley’s jewelled breast.
Thou in the east, I in the west;
Yet in this book thou hast to me
An individuality;
Something more tangible and fair
Than any dream or shape of air,
With more than an ideal grace,
And sweeter than a pictured face:
For in this book my thought recalls
The garden quaint, the convent walls.
And thou beneath their shadow set,
A blue-eyed fragrant violet.
So for the maiden of the tale,
Whose brave true heart might break, not fail,
Thyself, my Violet I make,
And love thee for thy mother’s sake.
(Kate Seymour Maclean)
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