All Men Are Brothers.

        We are in ancient stories told,
        All were brothers in days of old,
        But these with facts they do not chime
        For all mankind do love the dime,
        And worship the mighty dollar,
        And admire the golden collar,
        The rich man's washed with whitest lime,
        The poor man's cover'd o'er with slime,
        But we should try to love each other
        And treat each man as our brother.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

James McIntyre

Canada Our Home, 1883.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

English Names On Canadian Thames.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Lines On A Lawn Party.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Bryant.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

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Brotherhood

Is brotherhood to flesh confined?
Is there no kinship of the soul?
To have it thus, I am resigned,
If 'tis my God-appointed goal;
For there are those whom I hold dear,
Who claim with me a common sire,
That we, with one accord, revere,
And love holds out midst flood and fire.

But is the family so small
Of which I fondly claim a part?
Is there no other I may call
A brother, and within my heart
Cherish for him, whate'er his name,
Or rank, or color, or his creed,
A love of pure and changeless flame,
And feel I render but his meed?

Thank God for brotherhood so broad
That all the human race may share
A kinship, never yet outlawed,
Tho' types of it have been too rare.
But bigotry is doomed to die,
And hate, a relic of the past;

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Brotherhood

When in the even ways of life
    The old world jogs along,
Our little coloured flags we flaunt:
Our little separate selves we vaunt:
    Each pipes his native song.
And jealousy and greed and pride
    Join their ungodly hands,
And this round lovely world divide
    Into opposing lands.

But let some crucial hour of pain
    Sound from the tower of time,
Then consciousness of brotherhood
Wakes in each heart the latent good,
    And men become sublime.
As swarming insects of the night,
    Fly when the sun bursts in,
Self fades, before love's radiant light,
    And all the world is kin.

God, what a place this earth would be
    If that uplifting thought,
Born of some vast world accident,
Into our daily lives were blent,

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Oddfellowship Lines Read At Concert, 1883.

        We look in vain for our Past Grands,
        Now scattered over many lands,
        Now some o'er the wide world do rove,
        And some have joined Grand Lodge above,
        But ever since Father Adams' fall
        We are dependent creatures all,
        Though man is weak yet he may join
        With others strength for to combine.

        The illustration it is grand,
        Five Oddfellows in one hand,
        And yet they all united stand,
        Each finger hath a different length,
        Each finger varies in its strength,
        Each one is weak, but a firm fist,
        You can scarcely break or twist,
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        United them you cannot budge.

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Answers

What is the end of each man's toil,
    Brother, O Brother?
A handful of dust in a bit of soil -
His name forgotten as centuries roll,
Though blazoned to-day on Glory's scroll;
For the lordliest work of brain or hand
Is only an imprint made on sand;
When the tidal wave sweeps over the shore
    It is there no more,
    Brother, my Brother.

Then what is the use of striving at all,
    Brother, O Brother?
Because each effort or great or small
Is a step on the long, long road that leads
To the Kingdom of Growth on the River of Deeds:
And that is the kingdom no man can gain
    Till he uses his hand and his mind and brain,
And when he has used them and learned control
    He finds his soul,
    Brother, my Brother.

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Help In Need.

        A poor man's horse it ran away,
        Soon man upon the roadside lay,
        With his leg all badly broken,
        Of sympathy some gave token.

        One said your trouble grieves my heart,
        But with his money would not part,
        Another said, while heaving sighs,
        It brings the tears into mine eyes.

        But a good true hearted man,
        His heart with kindness it o'er ran,
        The poorest man among the three,
        A pound he did contribute free.

        Others gave in empty feeling,
        But this poor man he did bring healing,
        The giver only Lord doth prize,
        Who helps afflicted for to rise.

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