HEM AND HAW
Bliss Carman (1861-1929)

It came as a surprise to me when I learned last year that Canada had just named its very first official poet laureate, for I had always thought that Bliss Carmen had been awarded that honor in the early 1920s. It turns out that, as I discovered when I recently looked him up on the web, Carman was actually Canada's unofficial poet laureate, having been recognized by the Canadian Authors' Association on October 29, 1921 as that nation's "major poet." It makes no difference really, for Carman will always be remembered by me and his other fans as Canada's most beloved bard.

It should be noted that Carman was also extremely popular in the United States, especially in the late 19th century when he teamed up with the American poet Richard Hovey to publish the three Vagabondia books, for which both poets are best known today. Most often described as fresh, whimsical, masculine, irresponsible, gypsy like, these little volumes were about the joys of freedom, the outdoors, and, of course, youth.

To provide a rough idea of just how popular these books were, my old beat up copy of the first book of the series, Songs from Vagabondia, is a ninth edition, published in 1907; the first edition having been published in 1894. Hem and Haw appeared in the second book of the series, More Songs from Vagabondia. I hope you enjoy it.

Hem And Haw

Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.

Hem was a fogey, and Haw was a prig,
For both had the dull, dull mind;
And whenever they found a thing to do,
They yammered and went it blind.

Hem was the father of bigots and bores;
As the sands of the sea were they.
And Haw was the father of all the tribe
Who criticize to-day.

But God was an artist from the first,
And knew what he was about;
While over his shoulder sneered these two,
And advised him to rub it out.

They prophesied ruin ere man was made:
'Such folly must surely fail!'
And when he was done, 'Do you think, my Lord,
He's better without a tail?'

And still in the honest working world,
With posture and hint and smirk,
These sons of the devil are standing by
While Man does all the work.

They balk endeavour and baffle reform
In the sacred name of the law;
And over the quavering voice of Hem
Is the droning voice of Haw.


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