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;
        Resolute in their opinion,
        None shall conquer our Dominion;
        For every man with dauntless mien
        Will rally round our flag and Queen.

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

Dick And Edward.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Poe.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Ode On The Mammoth Cheese.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Brantford.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

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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,
        The shamrock and the thistle grows,
        United garland they combine
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        They did march a brave gallant host
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        Our Canada so proud and free,
        Four thousand miles from sea to sea.

        Though skilful rebels did entrench,
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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,
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The Battle Of Chateauguay.

There is a valley where the wheat fields wave
In autumn like a gold ymolten sea;
There is a river whose cool waters lave
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;
Yet mighty as the combat of the strong,
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,
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Written For The O'Connel Centenary.

Sons of the bright, green island,
    Gathered by the pine-fringed lake,
In honour of his memory,
    Who battled for your sake,
Listen, we too pay our tribute
    To a fame that well endures;
He, who ventured much for liberty,
    Is ours as well as yours.

Men fought in vain for freedom,
    And lay down in felon graves;
"Your noblest then were exiles,
    Your proudest then were slaves"
When the people, blind and furious,
    Maddened by oppression's scorn,
Struggled, seethed in wild upheaval,
    Was the Liberator born.

Who took the sword fell by the sword,
    This man was born to show,
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Address To The Flag

Float in the winds of heaven, O tattered Flag!
Emblem of hope to all the misruled world:
Thy field of golden stars is rent and red
Dyed in the blood of brothers madly spilled
By brother-hands upon the mother-soil.
O fatal Upas of the savage Nile,^[CT]
Transplanted hither rooted multiplied
Watered with bitter tears and sending forth
Thy venom-vapors till the land is mad,
Thy day is done. A million blades are swung
To lay thy jungles open to the sun;
A million torches fire thy blasted boles;
A million hands shall drag thy fibers out
And feed the fires till every root and branch
Lie in dead ashes. From the blackened soil,
Enriched and moistened with fraternal blood,
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The Flag of our Union.

"A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall
Which gave the Republic her station:
"United we stand--divided we fall!"--
It made and preserves us a nation!
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The union of States none can sever--
The union of hearts--the union of hands--
And the Flag of the Union for ever
            And ever!
The Flag of our Union for ever!

What God in his mercy and wisdom designed,
And armed with his weapons of thunder,
Not all the earth's despots and factions combined
Have the power to conquer or sunder!
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The union of states none can sever--
The union of hearts--the union of hands--
And the Flag of the Union for ever
            And ever!
The Flag of our Union for ever!
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