Patriot Fighting For His Home.

        On the shores of the northern lakes
        An infant giant now awakes,
        He has long time been in a dream,
        But now is roused by engine's scream.

        For mighty spirits are abroad
        Traversing of each great railroad,
        For it is a glorious theme
        The peaceful conquest made by steam.

        But should the foot of invader vile
        Ever desecrate his soil,
        He firm will meet him bold and brave
        And give him soil Canadian grave.

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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Local Sketches.

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Canadian Rivers And Lakes.

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Queen's Jubilee Ode, 1887.

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North-West Rebellion, 1885.

        Hail Canada our young fair land,
        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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Patriotic Ode.

Written at the time of the last excitement on the Niagara Frontier.


        Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand,
        United in one mighty band;
        No traitors in our land we find,
        All one in heart, all one in mind;
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The Battle Of Chateauguay.

There is a valley where the wheat fields wave
In autumn like a gold ymolten sea;
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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.

And here they fought; and each encountered ten,
With war-steed and artillery arrayed;
But righteous was their cause, and they were men, -
Dark plumes of Iroquois, and Scotia's plaid,
But most, the brothers of the arm which made
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Song For Canada.

Sons of the race whose sires
Aroused the martial flame
    That filled with smiles
    The triune Isles,
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With hopes as strong and high,
    We'll ne'er disgrace
    The honoured race
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    To touch our darling strand,
        The martial fires
        That thrilled our sires
    Would flame throughout the land.

Our lakes are deep and wide,
Our fields and forests broad;
    With cheerful air
    We'll speed the share,
And break the fruitful sod;
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Proud of our rustic toil,
    On hill and plain
    True kings we'll reign,
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United By Steel Rails.

        When Indian tribes in the Northwest
            Rebelled against the Eastern laws,
        Canadian courage it did test,
            All were united in the cause.

        But how shall volunteers proceed
            Such distance, several thousand miles,
        Will they in their dark hour of need
            Ask Uncle Sam with pleasant smiles

        For to allow our volunteers
            To pass o'er their north railroad,
        Perhaps subject to doubts and fears,
            Where British soldiers never trod.

        But there went up a glad hurrah
            When it was found that in our land,
        Almost finished was railway,
            And trains do wait for word command,

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