The Good Man.

        Cheerful and happy was his mood,
        He to the poor was kind and good,
        And he oft' times did find them food,
        Also supplies of coal and wood,
        He never spake a word was rude,
        And cheer'd those did o'er sorrows brood,
        He passed away not understood,
        Because no poet in his lays
        Had penned a sonnet in his praise,
        'Tis sad, but such is world's ways.

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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Child Made Happy.

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Jackal And Child.

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Dairy Odes.

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Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper.

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        A poor man's horse it ran away,
        Soon man upon the roadside lay,
        With his leg all badly broken,
        Of sympathy some gave token.

        One said your trouble grieves my heart,
        But with his money would not part,
        Another said, while heaving sighs,
        It brings the tears into mine eyes.

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A Good Man

I

A good man never dies -
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If smiles or tears be there:
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Lines On The Death Of A Farmer's Wife.

        This good woman when in this life,
        She was kind mother and good wife,
        And managed her household with care,
        She and her husband happy pair.

        And her name it will long be praised
        By the large family she has raised,
        She laid up treasures in the skies,
        And now enjoys the Heavenly prize.

        She rose each morn with happy smile,
        And ardent all the day did toil,
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James Hogg.

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        While his fleecy flocks did graze.

        His education it came late
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        His favourite authors he was reading.

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The Gates Ajar.

        A good kind man who knew no malice,
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        More precious far to him than gold,
        His little darling six years old.

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        His career too soon it ends,
        The casket friends enshrined with flowers,
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        The wreaths were lovely, but the star,
        Admired by all was gates ajar,
        The widow led her little girl
        To where death his dart did hurl.

        And stricken her poor father down,
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