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McBain House


Poem by Paulina McBain

I WISH I could tell you what we can see

As we look through the window out to the sea.

'Twixt foothills afar and evergreens near

I wish I could tell you, but cannot, I fear.

Look outwhere Point Atkinson flashes its light,

And the grand snow-capped mountains, far to the right.

See vessels unnumbered, the small and the great,

Coming and going, burdened with freight.

Look up at the sea-gulls with pinions outspread,

And the white-headed eagle far overhead,

Then down at the wild ducks splashing with glee

Or gracefully riding the billows so free.

And when the sun sets in crimson and gold,

The scene is so lovely it cannot be told;

The path on the water, the tints in the sky,

he tongue or the pencil of mortals defy.

When - daylight has faded and at Nature's low call

The mantle of darkness is dropped over all,

Look out at the vessels which pass in the night,    

Silently, swiftly, like phantoms of light.    

Far across the deep waters we see a bright glow

From lights bright and twinkling, row upon row.

As mile after mile these lights we behold

We think of the city with streets of pure gold,

And the moon, in its splendour, and' stars to us call,

They bid us look upward to God over all.


Poem by Paulina McBain 


EVENING touches the ~lowing sky    

And its gold and crimson fade,

At its gentle whisper the world's mad rush    

And hurrying feet are stayed.

The flowers which drooped in the noon-tide heat,    

With a kindly hand she upholds;

The weary and weak, the well and strong,    

To her motherly heart she folds.

She softly calls to the twinkling -stars,    

Bids the moon her vigil keep,

Then, drawing her mystic curtains low,    

She hushes the world to sleep.

(Paulina McBain in her 75th year - 1925)