Lorne And Louise.

Lines written on the arrival of Governor Lorne and the Princess Louise in Canada.


        The tidings now all hearts do please,
        That she has landed safe, Louise,
        Victoria's beloved daughter,
        Who boldly has crossed the water,
        For royal Princess doth adorn
        The title of the Lord of Lorne,
        For this union it doth join
        Campbell with Royal Stewart line;
        Lorne will be Duke of broad Argyle,
        And the Lord of many an Isle.
        When he inherits broad domain
        May he strive tenants hearts to gain.
        To us it seems a brighter morn
        Hath dawned on us with Governor Lorne,
        And when they visited this place
        True happiness beamed on each face,
        The first white child who here was born
        Presented was to Governor Lorne,
        From Forest 'ere it was reclaimed,
        Our fine town after him was named.

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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Lay Of The Spring.

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Sailor's Yarn.

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St. Thomas, 1884.

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