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.

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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Queen's Jubilee Ode, 1887.

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Tilsonburg.

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Canadian Rivers And Lakes.

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George Menzies' Poems, 1883.

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Pale beech and pine-tree blue,
Set in one clay,
Bough to bough cannot you
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Why mar sweet comradeship,
Blighting with poison-drip
Neighbourly spray?

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City-opprest,
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Sycamore shoulders oak,
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Ode To The Woods And Forests. By One Of The Board.

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    Where linnets strain their tuneful throats;
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