In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing

The South of Scotland did produce Heroic Wallace and the Bruce, And even time will never blot The record of her Burns and Scott… And Tannahil renowned Bard,

Lines delivered at housewarming of… Your pastor’s fame first got abroa… By his success on Culloden Road ; He filled the church so that the f… No longer it the flock would hold.

Galt was manager of the Canada Co… Scottish Novelist, Dunlop was onc… journalist, but finally settled ne… Galt and Doctor Dunlop, witty, Located and did plan city

A lad, brought up in Highland val… Who did believe each fairy tale Which his granney oft to him told, And of witches and of warlocks bol… And he himself would often pore

The Thurso baker, Robert Dick, Armed with his hammer and his pick… Dame nature’s secrets did reveal, Which she for ages did conceal. In Banff has genius found regard

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

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…

Lines composed on an excursion to… In winter time ’tis sad and dreary For to gaze on stormy Erie, But here in summer time this port It is fashionable resort,

Poetry to us is given As stars beautify the heaven, Or, as the sunbeams when they glea… Sparkling so bright upon the strea… And the poetry of motion

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…

Sept. 1883, whereby the whole of t… were united into one body. A pleasing sight to-day we see, Four churches joined in harmony ; There difference was but trivial,

We let Ontario farmers sing About the joys the woods do bring, But we, in regions of North-West Do think prairie farms the best, For those poor men who swing the a…

Written during the last excitement… Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand, United in one mighty band ; No traitors in our land we find, All one in heart all one in mind,

For erratic style he leads van, Wildly, wayward Walt Whitman. *Mathew Arnold saw fit to say tha… the National Poet of America, but… him; one of Longfellows grandest p…