Poetry

Lament of the Maple Tree By  James McIntyre A VISION " We had a dream which was not all a dream ." — Byron. I laid me down one day in June,…

Corner Stone Laying By  James McIntyre The following lines were read at the festival after the stone had been laid by Grand Master Col. Moffat, of a …

Indian Romance By  James McIntyre We know a hill is smooth and round, Where Indian relics may be found, This hill it hath a history, Though enveloped…

Thanksgiving Ode November 15th, 1888 By  James McIntyre September came and with it frost The season's pasture it seemed lost, And the wondrous yi…

Shakespeare By  James McIntyre Tercentenary ode on Shakespeare read by the author at the anniversary concert, 1864. Three centuries have passed away …

Mrs. Moody By  James McIntyre Mrs. Moody was a sister of the celebrated Agnes Strickland, author of "The Queens of England." When this coun…

Tilsonburg By  James McIntyre After him who did the mills own, This place was called in honor Tilson; Bright gleaming like to a beaming star, Is clea…

Galt and Dunlop By  James McIntyre John Galt was the manager of the Canada Company's lands, and he was a Scottish Novelist. Dunlop was at one tim…

Thorold By  James McIntyre McCready, the great Irish tragedian, said that the view from Thorold was the finest in America. Thorold is famous for its …

Land Clearing By  James McIntyre The first winter which I did spend In Canada was with a friend, And when the snow had passed away Quite early in the…

Canadian Hunter By  James McIntyre Of Kentucky's great hunter bold Old Daniel Boone oft tales are told, Of wild beasts he had no fear, But danger…

Big Bear the Indian Chief By  James McIntyre The following impromptu was given at a banquet to one of the captives of Fort Pit after he had related h…