James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

Lines On Ingersoll - Poem by James McIntyre

The Thames, and tributary rills
Here they do drive numerous mills,
Enabling millers, to compete,
To pay high price for oats and wheat.
Here streams do drive many a wheel
For to grind both flour and oat meal,
And town will extend its boundries
With its enterprising foundries;
And, brighter day for it yet dawns
With its grand mansions, and fine lawns.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012



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