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"THE BURIAL OF HOMER WATSON"
By JOHN STEPHEN
They buried him upon a hill
Nearby a lonely pine,
Where winter winds had torn its limbs
And lingering sunsets shine.
Sunbursts and cloud and sudden rain
A benediction gave,
To him who loved the moving clouds
In tempo grand and grave.
Around on hill and dale was spread
The green lush growth of June;
Thus sky and earth paid tribute to
The artist soul of Doon.
The river quietly goes its way
To cities where men trade,
But Art a glory gives to life;
Our life is light and shade.
from: Frank E. Page. Homer Watson, Artist and Man. (Kitchener: Commercial Printing Co., 1939)