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Poetry of James Evans
For a season farewell of the forest then child
Go wander
in search of the deserts wild game
Go traverse the mountains, and range
thru the valleys
And all its warm fires as thy property claim
But, O myred brother whilst far thou art ranging
And anxiously tracing the
light-footed deer
Forget not to look for the Staff of thy Saviour
And
follow him closely- thy way he will clear
And whilst quick eye through
the foliage is darting
And patience + hope- thy appetite keen
By the
eye of thy faith always directed to heaven
May thy promised inheritance
always be seen.
O may thy great father who feeds the young raven
Direct
thee in hunting to thy daily food
Send his sons bread from heaven and
drink from its fountain
And mayest thou exclaim still my Jesus is good
And
whilst in thy wigwam thy evenings are spending
And thy fire in the center
spreads light all around
O may the bright beams of they dear blessed
Saviour
So light up thy soul that no darkness be found.
And when in thy
blanket in comfort reclining
And musing upon the success of the day
Mayest
thou remember thy soul is immortal
But mortal its frail habitation of
clay.
I've never seen thee smile, + smiled again
I've never
seen thee weep, + shared thy pain
I've never met thine eye, but still I
send
This friendly token that I am thy friend.
A stranger asks although unknown to thee
One favour at
thy hand-where e'er he be
One token of remembrance; when you bend
Before the Throne of Grace-pray for thy friend.
These lines may be to oblivion consigned
And leave no
trace of friendship here behind
But hope took up and-sends
To meet
thee when all will be truly friends.
Our garden near the Hudson's Bay
Produces much more toil than pay
Potatoes thrive if they don't freeze
And sometimes grow as large as peas
Which last named articles with ease.
Citation Sources
Hutchinson, Gerald. Unpublished manuscript.
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