Lines On Thamesford.

        The middle branch of Thames doth flow
        O'er pebble bed and it doth glow
        And sparkle like silver in the sun,
        As it through pasture lands doth run.

        In dam is ample water stored,
        To drive flour mills in Thamesford,
        Besides the power of the stream,
        Saw mills and flax are drove by steam.

        Our mind it doth with pleasure fill,
        To see fine brick church on each hill,
        And that substantial one of stone
        Owned by congregation of St. John.

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

Bear And Falls.

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Province Of Ontario.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Lines Read at a Parsonage Opening at the Village where Ranney had once flourished, 1883.

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Strange Life Preserver.

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        After him who did the mills own,
        This place was called in honor Tilson;
        Bright gleaming like to a beaming star,
        Is clear waters of the Otter.

        And it doth form here a vast pond,
        Which extends for miles beyond,
        A fortune on town it will shower,
        This prodigious water power.

        No other spots to youth appear,
        Like lovely little lakes round here,
        And few small towns have fine roadway
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English Names On Canadian Thames.

        England has given us the names
        To adorn Canadian Thames,
        And charms to them she has lent
        In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent,
        She Essex kisseth in her mouth,
        And Scottish names, one north, one south,
        And London now it justly claims
        'Tis capital of vale of Thames,
        And her strong castellated tower
        Doth on the river frowning lower,
        And Chatham is the river's port,
        There slaves for freedom did resort,
        And they did industrious toil,
        And now many own the soil,
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Lines On Thorold.

McCready, the great Irish tragedian, said that the view from Thorold was the finest in America.


        Thorold is famous for its mills,
        And the grand view from off its hills,
        A view so charming and extended,
        Nature's beauties sweetly blended.

        Poetic thoughts it doth awake
        To view Ontario's broad lake,
        And husbandmen have their reward in
        Fruits of this Provincial garden.

        For from the hill you see below
        Gardens where choice fruits do grow,
        The landscape all within your reach
        Doth both produce the grape and peach.

        McCready said in the New World
        The finest view was from Thorold,
        You see St. Catharines thriving town
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Beachville.

        Of Beachville, village of the plain,
        We now will sing a short refrain,
        For here the Thames doth pleasant flow,
        And charm to landscape doth bestow;
        Though river here it is not deep,
        Yet banks slope graceful up the steep,
        And from the summit of the hills
        You look down on the famed lime kilns,
        And 'tis full worthy poet's rhyme
        The whiteness of your pure white lime,
        Your glory never shall be gone
        While you have quarries of this stone,
        In influence you yet will wax
        With mills for flour and also flax.

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Lines On Woodstock.

        English Woodstock had a palace
        Where the Queen in jealous malice
        Slew romance's fairest flower,
        Fair Rosamond in secret bower;
        Our Woodstock pleasing county town,
        This brings it both wealth and renown,
        To your strong castle some are sent
        To give them leisure to repent.
        A charming vista you do view
        Gazing on each street and avenue,
        Mansions and lawn embowered 'mong trees
        Where wealthy owners live at ease,
        And through the air there sweetly floats
        Harmonious Woodstock organ notes,
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Caledonia Springs, New York.

        The water spouts up from the ground
        And there doth form a pond around,
        'Tis fed from no apparent rills,
        And it near by drives several mills.

        And here the little ponds are seen
        Where fish are propogate by Green,
        Fish hatcheries here had their birth,
        And now they're spread o'er all the earth.

        Here in each pond thousands of trout
        Rush around their circular route,
        Of various breeds, age and size,
        Speckled o'er with various dyes.

        Geologists do gaze with pride
        On specimens all petrified,
        Here church is built of those rare stone,
        Fish, reptiles, birds, in days bygone.

        Strange thoughts in mind it doth awake,

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