"THE BURIAL OF HOMER WATSON"By JOHN STEPHENThey 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.