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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Romance of Canada</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An English youth to Canada came,<br>A labourer, John Roe by name;<br>His little wealth had made him bold-<br>Twenty sovereigns in gold,<br>He was industrious and wise,<br>And e'en small sums did not despise ;<br>He added to his wealth each year,<br>For independence he loved dear.<br>He knew a labourer he would be<br>Forever, in the old country ;<br>His forefathers had tilled the ground<br>And never one had saved a pound ;<br>On beds of down they did not lie,<br>And frugally their goods did buy,<br>Their one luxury around the door <br>A few choice flowers their garden bore ;<br>But never hoped to own the soil, <br>But serve as hinds to sweat and toil. <br>To work and toil, for him had charm, <br>He hoped, some day, to own a farm ;<br>So he hired with Rueben Tripp, <br>The wealthiest man in the township.<br>Tripp's only child, his daughter Jane, <br>He sought her love, and not in vain ; <br>As Jacob served for Rachel, dear,<br>So John he served, year after year-<br>Till, rich enough to buy bush farm <br>For to chop down with his strong arm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truest nobleman of all, <br>He lives not in ancestral hall,<br>But sheltereth family from harm<br>By logs rolled up with his strong arms<br>In this young glorious land, so free, <br>Where each may rear his own roof tree ;<br>And the chief glory of old days, <br>Broad fire place, where big logs did blaze-<br>As much as two strong men could handle-<br>They served alike for heat and candle. <br>He his young oxen did adorn <br>With fine gay ribbons on each horn, <br>And to his home with joy and pride<br>he did bring sweet, blooming bride<br>Such happiness is seldom seen,<br>Happier far than King or Queen ;<br>She helped him in the fields to reap,<br>And span the wool from off their sheep,<br>And from the yarn she wove the cloth,<br>All they required, they had for both, <br>And she was a good tailoress-<br>Did make his coat and her own dress.<br>The golden butter that she made<br>Was of the very finest grade ;<br>Each grace and virtue she possess'd-<br>Where 'ere she was that spot was blessed.<br>And, though they did not have stove then-<br>Neither did they own an oven-<br>She filled large pot with well knead dough<br>And baked fine bread 'mong embers glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He each winter the forest trees<br>Did quickly hew them down with ease ;<br>For, he to work had a desire<br>And the skill did soon acquire ;<br>But, 'round great giants hewed a ring,<br>Then storms would soon them prostrate bring<br>For many a time the furious breeze.<br>Would quick o'erthrow the girdled trees,<br>And sometimes they would kill the cows .<br>When they did feed on grass or brouse.<br>But after reckoning damage all,<br>A benefit was each windfall ;-<br>Though good fortune now he sees<br>Might have been got from walnut trees.<br>But trees were foes, in his hurry,<br>All were slain, both oak and cherry,<br>And to this day he doth incline<br>To mourn o'er slaughter of the pine,<br>And reflects how he did o'erwhelm<br>Many a maple, beach and elm,<br>And each summer day did toil,<br>With his steers, drawing logs in pile.<br>These giants of the forest dead,<br>Fire did reduce to an ash bed,<br>And soon potatoes, wheat and corn,<br>They did the rugged stumps adorn.<br>And Jane did help him with the hoe,<br>And well she did keep up her row-<br>No organs then they had to play,<br>But she could work and sing all day.<br>In spring he did live maples tap,<br>To draw from them the luscious sap ;<br>He gathered it in big log trough,<br>Then boiled it down and sugared off<br>Enough the household for to cheer,<br>With all its sweets, for the whole year.<br>And no such thing those times were seen, <br>As the swift raising stump machine,<br>And where main road was low and damp <br>With logs he built a road through swamp. <br>But a smooth ride could not enjoy<br>While it was naught but corduroy-<br>Each year added earth and gravel, <br>Now smoothly o'er they can travel ;<br>For, it doth make an excellent road<br>For John and Jane to go abroad,<br>And it is now a great highway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where hundreds travel every day.<br>There were no roads in early days,<br>But bridal path, their guide the blaze,<br>And mills and marts so far away<br>They never could return same day.<br>Log school house served as church for all<br>Of various creeds, and for Town Hall.<br>These scenes to youth do now seem strange,<br>So wondrous quick hath been the change.<br>O'er paths where oxen only trod,<br>Cars quickly speed o'er the railroad,<br>And every way, both up and down,<br>There has sprung up a thriving town.<br>No more he fights with Forest trees,<br>But both enjoy their wealth and ease.<br>Long since the old folks both are gone,<br>And left the whole to Jane and John.<br>The log house, too, hath passed away<br>With all its chincks filled in with clay,<br>And in its place fine house of stone,<br>With lawn where choice shrubs are grown, <br>With sons and daughters they are blest-<br>The young men say they'll move north-west.<br>This gives their mother some alarm,<br>She wants them still on the home farm,<br>But father will not have them tarry-<br>They can plow so quick on prairie-<br>And they find coal makes a good fire<br>And build their fences of barbed wire ;<br>They would not be forever gone,<br>As they could talk by telephone,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+McIntyre">James McIntyre</a><div class=q>
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A labourer, John Roe by name;
His little wealth had made him bold-
Twenty sovereigns in gold,
He was industrious and wise,
And e'en small sums did not despise ;
He added to his wealth each year,
For independence he..."></div>
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