We look in vain for our past grand… Now scattered over many lands ; For some o’er the wide world doth… And some have joined Grand Lodge… But ever since Father Adam’s fall

Dangerous effects of seeing onesse… A maiden cried, ' Alas! . With horror I’ll expire, Unless you bring me That true glass

Of our Laureate we now do sing– His youthful muse had daring wing, He then despised Baronhood, And sang ’twas noble to be good. None sang like him of knights of o…

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage ; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain… There but one man he doth make ric…

A Scottish - Canadian tale. By the side of moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills,

Where the young lady waiters we… Throughout the world they do extol The fame of our town Ingersoll, The capital of dairyland, To-night it seems like fairy land,

When the price of cheese was so lo… dairymen seriously thought of givi… of cheese and of selling their cow… lowing lines and distributed them… Price soon will rise, though now ’…

Lines on Caledonian games, May, 1… On grassy amphitheater Spectators sit, to view the war ‘Mong bold contestants on the plai… Where each doth strive the prize t…

Written during the visit of delega… to negotiate for confederation. Hail Britannia’s noblest daughter… Who is surrounded by the water Of many a lake and broad sea,

Lines read at a banquet at the We… where the brotherhood of Odd-Fell… Lodge, were entertained. St. Catharines [sic], famed for m… And for the beauty of her daughter…

A poor man’s horse it ran away, Soon man upon the roadside lay, With his leg all badly broken, Of sympathy some gave token. One said your trouble grieves my h…

We love cold water as it flows fro… Which nature hath brewed alone in… In the wild woods and in the rocky… Where man hath not been but the de… And away across the sea in far dis…

Delivered at opening of Odd-Fello… Dereham now hath wealthy yoemen Whose fathers overcame the foemen… The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forests they did hew,

There came to Oxford Robert Gour… In his old ago his health was poor… He was a relic of the past, In his dotage sinking fast, Yet he was erect and tall,

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