Departed Statesmen.

With a glance at Sir John A. Macdonald and Blake, the two living leaders, 1884.

        Joseph Howe, none higher stood than thou,
        Thou wert a man with lofty brow;
        D'Arcy McGee, so brilliant and free,
        From green isle you came o'er the sea.

        George Cartier to the French ever dear,
        So high you stood without a peer;
        John Sandfield for long you did build
        Power under economy's shield.

        George Brown, thou man of renown,
        Confederation you did crown;
        You now are all free from the strife
        The wrangle and jangle of political life.

        But if a glance at this world you take
        You will there see John A. and Blake,
        But Sir John the greatest power doth wield,
        Our Canadian Beaconsfield.

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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A moment's pause before we play our parts,
To speak the thought that reigns within your hearts.--
Now from the Future's hours, and unknown days,
Affection turns, and with the Past delays;
For countless voices in our mighty land
Speak the fond praises of a vanished hand;
And shall, to mightier ages yet, proclaim
The happy memories linked with Dufferin's name.

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Among our people lately bade "God speed;"
Missed, when each Winter sees the skater wheel
In ringing circle on the flashing steel;
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In many a hut, as in the Council Hall;
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O Leader fallen by the wayside prone,--
    O strong great soul gone forth
    For thee the wide inhospitable north,
And east and west, from sea to sea make moan:
    And thy loved land, whose stalwart limbs and brain,
Beneath thy fostering care have thriven and grown
To stately stature, and erect proud head,
    Freedom and Right and Justice to maintain
    Here in her place inviolate. Without stain
The name and fame which stood for thee in stead
    Of titles and dominions: all men's praise,
And some men's hate thou had'st, yet all shall weep thee dead;
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    Who shall fill up the measure of thy days!

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There is a valley where the wheat fields wave
In autumn like a gold ymolten sea;
There is a river whose cool waters lave
Sweet-scented gardens, groves, and rolling lea,
And homes of people worthy to be free;
There is a name whose sound is like a song
On lips of its own maidens - Chateauguay;
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And glorious as the march of Freedom over Wrong.

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North-West Rebellion, 1885.

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        The world's respect it doth command;
        How quick her sons at war's alarms
        Sprang to her rescue with their arms.

        In Canada the English rose,
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        United garland they combine
        Around the maple tree to twine.

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        Brave men who ne'er will feel alarm,
        And they have both the nerve and skill
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