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.

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

Wars In Queen Victoria's Reign.

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Lines On Woodstock.

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Her Lover's Step.

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Highland Sketches.

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