Canadian Charms.

        Here industry is not in vain,
        For we have bounteous crops of grain,
        And you behold on every field
        Of grass and roots abundant yield,
        But after all the greatest charm
        Is the snug home upon the farm,
        And stone walls now keep cattle warm.

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.

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Lost Son Found.

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Golden Egg.

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Thanksgiving Ode, November 15th, 1888.

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Byron.

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The Joys Of Prairie Farmers 1884.

        We let Ontario farmers sing
        About the joys the woods do bring,
        But we in regions of Northwest
        Do think prairie farms the best,
        For those poor men who swing the axe
        On their strength 'tis a heavy tax,
        For several years they naught can grow
        While from the first we plow and sow,
        And while we plow we don't get thumps
        By running it against the stumps,
        And where wild Buffalo now doth feed
        There very soon they'll sow the seed,
        Where Indian wigwams now do stand
        Will be the site of cities grand,
        And where the deer and wolf doth roam
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Dairy Odes.

        The sweet milkmaid of early days
        Her own household she ably sways,
        And her daughters now milk the cows,
        And her sons they now guide the plows.

        These pleasing changes on a farm
        Doth give to rural life a charm,
        Let occupation none upbraid,
        But honor plowman and milkmaid.

        For Burns with glory did endow
        And wove a garland round the plow,
        The source from which all wealth doth spring
        And happiness to all doth bring.

        Our muse it doth refuse to sing
        Of cheese made early in the spring,
        When cows give milk from spring fodder
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Life In The Woods.

(Life of the early settlers.)


        Canada hath wealthy yeomen
        Whose fathers overcome the foemen,
        The enemy they boldly slew
        Was mighty forests they did hew,
        And where they burned heaps of slain
        Their sons now reap the golden grain,
        But in the region of Northwest
        With prairie farms they are blest.
        Though this to them it may seem good
        Yet many blessings come from wood,
        It shelters you from the fierce storm
        And in the winter keeps you warm,
        For one who hath his forest trees
        He builds his house and barn with ease,
        And how quick he gets from thence
        Timber for bridge and for his fence.

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Canadian Romance.

        An English youth to Canada came,
        A labourer, John Roe by name,
        His little wealth had made him bold,
        Twenty sovereigns in gold;
        He was industrious and wise
        And e'en small sums did not despise,
        He added to his wealth each year
        For independence he loved dear,
        He knew a laborer he would be
        Forever in the old country,
        His forefathers had tilled the ground
        And never one had saved a pound.
        On beds of down they did not lie
        And frugally their goods did buy,
        Their one luxury around their door
        A few choice flowers their garden bore,
        But never hoped to own the soil
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Canada's Resources.

        Small Scotland nobly held its own
        Against the might of England's throne,
        And shall this land with its vast bounds
        Shrink with fear ere the trumpet sounds.

        While British blood doth course each vein,
        Proudly this heritage maintain,
        With fertile acres by the billions,
        Future homes for two hundred millions.

        Each son could have a fertile farm,
        Brave men who ne'er will feel alarm,
        And they have both the nerve and skill
        To work land with a right good will.

        And she has got within her shores
        Renowned mines of many ores,
        While her furnaces and forges
        Iron in useful shape disgorges.

        Her mighty forests they do yiel...

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Canada's Future.

        Canada is a young giant,
            Has not yet acquired its strength,
        On the arts of peace reliant,
            Throughout its vast breadth and length.

        Though 'tis not famed for orange bowers
            Nor for the products of its vines,
        Though other lands have fairer flowers,
            Yet it to nobler gifts inclines.

        It doth produce the golden grain
            And few lands can with it compete,
        They often try but all in vain
            To produce such splendid wheat.

        Our geologists divine,
            That ere long we will behold
        Many a rich glittering mine
            Of copper, silver and of gold.

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