James McIntyre Poems

Your pastor's fame first got abroad
By his success on Culloden Road ;
He filled the church so that the fold
No longer it the flock would hold.
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DeArcy. McGee,
All compliment thee,
The hope of the land,
On your lecture so grand.
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Of Ingersoll we're justly proud,
Though o'er it hath hung a cloud;
It was heavy, dark, profound,
Weighing o'er ten thousand pound.
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Once, while digging 'neath the snow,
'Mid Canadian winter, lo !
To our joy and surprise,
We saw some violets in full bloom,
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Lines written when the Prince of Wales
was about embarking for Canada, May, 1860.
In his long voyage o'er the sea,
To where doth grow the maple tree,
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On the laying of the corner stone of the Brock Monument, at
Queenston Heights, and the final interment of the General
who had fallen at the battle of Queenston, Oct.13th, 1812.
The remains of his Aid, Col. McDonald, we also depos-
ited under the new tower.
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We love cold water as it flows from the fountain,
Which nature hath brewed alone in the mountain,
In the wild woods and in the rocky dell
Where man hath not been but the deer loves to dwell,
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Dereham now hath wealthy yoemen
Whose fathers overcame the foemen ;
The enemy they boldly slew
Was mighty forests they did hew,
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O'er various counties of the north,
When cruel order did go forth
For to destroy many a home
So that the wild deer free might roam,
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Some do boast of their pedigrees,
But Salfords parent of the cheese;
Rennie, industrious and wise,
Here started this great enterprise ;
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