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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)