St. Thomas, 1884.

At time of Oddfellows Grand Lodge meeting.


        Oddfellows once they had to trudge
        O'er rough stage road to the Grand Lodge,
        But now they town of metal seek
        And find it on the Kettle Creek.

        For industry it here prevails
        As it was built by the steel rails,
        And here the wide expanded bridges
        Do connect the distant ridges.

        No more need to stay at home as
        There's lots of railroads to St. Thomas,
        You pluckily did boldly venture,
        Now you are great railroad centre.

        Your city now it hath high hopes
        From its great railway workshops,
        And higher yet it still will rise,
        This seat of so much enterprise.

        When young man wants a wedded mate
        He seeks Alma girl graduate,
        And he loves her Alma mater
        For the sake of her charming daughter.

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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St. Catharines.

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        St. Catharines famed for mineral waters
        And for the beauty of her daughters,
        For some do worship at the shrines
        Of the fair St. Catharines.

        St. Catharines your greatness you inherit
        From the genius of a Merritt,
        You still would be a village dreary
        But for this canal from lake Erie.

        For on its bosom there doth float
        Full many a ship and steamboat,
        Brings world's commerce to your doors
        And many gifts on you it pours.

        Among its many great rewards
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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.

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San Sebastian

(August 1813)
WITH THOUGHTS OF SERGEANT M- (PENSIONER), WHO DIED 185-.



"Why, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,
As though at home there were spectres rife?
From first to last 'twas a proud career!
And your sunny years with a gracious wife
Have brought you a daughter dear.

"I watched her to-day; a more comely maid,
As she danced in her muslin bowed with blue,
Round a Hintock maypole never gayed."
- "Aye, aye; I watched her this day, too,
As it happens," the Sergeant said.

"My daughter is now," he again began,
"Of just such an age as one I knew
When we of the Line and Forlorn-hope van,
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Tilsonburg.

        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
        Lined with brick blocks like your broadway.

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Canadian Romance.

        An English youth to Canada came,
        A labourer, John Roe by name,
        His little wealth had made him bold,
        Twenty sovereigns in gold;
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        And e'en small sums did not despise,
        He added to his wealth each year
        For independence he loved dear,
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        On beds of down they did not lie
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The Steerman's Song,

WRITTEN ABOARD THE BOSTON FRIGATE

28TH APRIL.^[1]


When freshly blows the northern gale,
    And under courses snug we fly;
Or when light breezes swell the sail,
    And royals proudly sweep the sky;
'Longside the wheel, unwearied still
    I stand, and, as my watchful eye
Doth mark the needle's faithful thrill,
    I think of her I love, and cry,
        Port, my boy! port.

When calms delay, or breezes blow
    Right from the point we wish to steer;
When by the wind close-hauled we go.
    And strive in vain the port to near;
I think 'tis thus the fates defer
    My bliss with one that's far away,
And while remembrance springs to her,
    I watch the sails and sighing say,
        Thus, my boy! thus.

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