Stratford.

        Our Canadian county Perth,
        Commemorates great bard of earth,
        Stratford and Avon both are here,
        And they enshrine the name Shakespeare.

        For here in Stratford every ward
        Is named from dramas of great bard,
        Here you may roam o'er Romeo,
        Or glance on Juliet bestow.

        And it is a railway centre,
        Many a train doth here enter,
        And railroad shops do men employ,
        And gives them work and wealth and joy.

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

Windmills And Stone Stables.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Strange Life Preserver.

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Port Burwell.

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Saxe.

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Tercentenary ode on Shakespeare read by the author at the anniversary concert, 1864.


        Three centuries have passed away
        Since that most famous April day,
        When the sweet, gentle Will was born,
        Whose name the age will e're adorn.

        That great Elizabethan age
        Does not leave on history's page,
        A name so bright he stands like Saul,
        A head and shoulders over all.

        Delineator of mankind,
        Who shows the workings of the mind,
        And in review in nature's glass,
        Portrays the thoughts of every class.

        That man is dull who will not laugh
        At the drolleries of Falstaff,
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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,
        Stratford now shall be our theme,
        On Avon tributary stream,
        And its clear waters it doth launch
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Stratford-on-Avon

Be glad in heaven above all souls insphered,
Most royal and most loyal born of men,
Shakespeare, of all on earth beloved or feared
Or worshipped, highest in sight of human ken.
The homestead hallowed by thy sovereign birth,
Whose name, being one with thine, stands higher than Rome,
Forgets not how of all on English earth
Their trust is holiest, there who have their home.
Stratford is thine and England's. None that hate
The commonweal whose empire sets men free
Find comfort there, where once by grace of fate
A soul was born as boundless as the sea.
If life, if love, if memory now be thine,
Rejoice that still thy Stratford bears thy sign.

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The Church At Stratford-On-Avon.

One autumn day, when hedges yet were green,
And thick-branched trees diffused a leafy gloom,
Hard by where Avon rolls its silvery tide,
I stood in silent thought by Shakspeare's tomb.

O happy church, beneath whose marble floor
His ashes lie who so enriched mankind;
The many-sided Shakespeare, rare of soul,
And dowered with an all-embracing mind.

Through the stained windows rays of sunshine fall
In softened glory on the chancel floor;
While I, a pilgrim from across the sea,
stand with bare head in reverential awe.

Churches there are within whose gloomy vaults
Repose the bones of those that once were kings;
Their power has passed, and what remains but clay?
While in his grave our Shakspeare lives and sings.

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Brantford.

In these sketches of towns in Southern Ontario we are not vain enough to suppose that because we have produced some lines thereon that said rhymes are poetry. If we furnish an occasional poetic gleam like a dewdrop sparkling in the sun, it is all we dare hope for.


        Brantford as thriving city's famed,
        And after Indian Chief is named,
        And here the sparkling Grand River
        It doth flow a joy forever.

        Campbell he sang a dismal tale
        Of horrors of Wyoming's vale,
        The tale one's mind doth ever haunt,
        The cruelties of monster Brant.

        But the Chief's son to England went
        And Campbell to him did lament,
        And all the tale he did recant
        About cruel butcheries of Brant.

...

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The Shires On The Moray Frith.

        Worthy of either song or story
        Are the shires round frith of Moray,
        Here lies the valley of Strathspey,
        Famed for its music, lively, gay,
        Elgin cathedral's 'prentice aisle
        Is glory of that ruined pile.
        What modern chisel now could trace
        Fine sculpture of that ancient place,
        And Forres famed for Sweno's stane
        In honor of that kingly Dane,
        'Graved with warriors runes and rhymes,
        Long prior to historic times,
        For a thousand years its been forgot
        Who was victor Dane or Scot,
        It is the country of McBeth
        Where good King Duncan met his death,
        And barren heath that place of fear
        Stood witches cauldron of Shakespeare,

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