His mother from celestial bower, In the self same day and hour Of her death, or Heavenly birth, Gazed again upon the earth– And saw her gentle, loving boy,

Our friend, Mr. Romley, He told the tale homley, And yet full of fun, How the Rabbits did run, In numbers a score,

After him who did mills own This place was called in honor Ti… Bright gleaming like a morning sta… Is clear waters of the Otter, And it doth form here a vast pond

From the long, continuous rains, O’erflowing were the swamps and dr… For each day had its heavy shower, Torrents fell for many an hour. At London, where two branches joi…

McCready the great Irish Tragedi… was the finest in America. Thorold is famous for its mills, And the grand view from off its hi… A view so charming and extended,

My dear friend Gunn, May you prize won, But to us hark When you shoot mark, High you must aim

The ancient poets ne’er did dream That Canada was land of cream, They ne’er imagined it could flow In this cold land of ice and snow, Where everything did solid freeze,

Lines on a civic holiday trip on t… to Toronto, August, 1882. Address… conductor of Caledonian games at… From Ingersoll, on Canadian Tham… We come to greet mine host of the…

When the great Bulwer’s pen did t… The history of the coming race His hero to us he hath unfurled The glories of his new found world… This bold traveller be did venture

When Father Ranney left the Stat… In Canada to try the fates, He settled down in Dereham, Then no dairyman lived near him; He was the first there to squeeze

Once, while digging ‘neath the sno… ’Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise, We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes,

Some thirty years ago, in conversa… captain who had visited or voyaged… globe, he was denouncing fiercely… costermonger times. He said there… town library which was a tissue of…

About a quarter of a century ago,… busy, thriving place, several frie… the port to attend a concert, we a… It was in the winter, and there ha… ice, in which the Port Burwell ho…

Poets they do pursue each theme Under a gentle head of steam, Save one, who needed fierce fire o… The brilliant, passionate Byron. His Child Harold’s Pilgrimage

We will now sing in thoughtful str… Of wars in Queen Victoria’s reign… The Russian Bear did ages lurk All ready for to spring on Turk, For Russian Statesmen did divine