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 RAMBLES THROUGH TORONTO. 
 
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 BY 
 
 PICTON, C. W. 
 
 DfiDlCATKD TO HIS LORDSHIP. THE BISHOP OF TORONTO. 
 
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 TORONTO ; 
 
 I'HrSTEn AT XnB "oOAaOlAN" OPPICB STFAM PRttH«>, I'OURT STRBBT, 
 
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 PICTON, C. W. 
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DEDICATION. 
 
 TO THE RIGHT REV. J. STRACHAN, BISHOP OF TORONTO. 
 
 Mv Lord, — 
 
 Your Lordship will pardon me in the liberty I have taken in 
 dedicating my Poem on Toronto to you. Indeed, my Lord, when 
 the writer was consulting some of the most distinguished gentle- 
 men of the City, the sentiment was unanimous as to the propriety 
 of this. The high regard, therefore, in which your Lordship is held 
 in the estimation of the Clergy and Laity ; the high position to 
 which the Great Head of the Church has called and sustained you 
 in unblemished purity of life, through sixty years of your able 
 Ministry, and your early and wide connexion with the History, 
 Education, and Progress of this land of our adoption— all these 
 considerations seem to claim that reverence and tribute that any 
 rising talent could present at your feet. 
 
 Hoping, my Lord, tliat when the time of your departure w'll 
 have come, you will have an abundant entrance into the joy 't 
 your Lord I 
 
 I remain, with great regard, 
 
 Your Lordship's humble Servant, 
 
 J. T. BREEZE. 
 
Note.— There were many of the Clergy and other distinguisliad 
 men of the City away from home, whom I had not the pleasure 
 of seeing. My health having failed a few months since, I came 
 to Toronto for medical attendance, and having only a short time 
 to stay, I could only write upon those things that came under my 
 notice in that time, though there are other objects of great interest 
 that I have not here mentioned, which would take too long a time 
 to embrace them all in this Poem. 
 
POET'S RAMBLES 
 
 r distinguish2d 
 ot the pleasure 
 3 since, I came 
 ly a short time 
 came under my 
 >f great interest 
 too long a timi) 
 
 Like the noble band of England, 
 
 Cast upon this chequei'd world, 
 Doth the poet lift liis stamlard. 
 With hi3 banner all unfurl'd. 
 Plants it in th« world's vast centre, 
 
 To attract its eager gaze ; 
 Round hira gather novel spirits. 
 Catching ought that may amaze. 
 
 Ah 1 I touch a friendly bos m, 
 
 And inspire atfections pure; 
 'Cause the object which the poet 
 
 Sings of, may their heart allure. 
 And what though some eye of mischief. 
 
 Pregnant with some venom'd sting. 
 Aims to pierce the poet's spirit, 
 
 And abate his towering wing. 
 
 Yet he heeds nor friends nor foemen, 
 
 Onward genius breaks her way, 
 Pouring forth her native lustre, 
 
 Radiant with celestial day. 
 Facts inflexible she scatters, 
 
 Broke up from the mine of truth. 
 And looks forth at every object 
 
 With his naked powers of youth. 
 
 Wrecked in health, and brokd in spirit. 
 
 Still the muse doth him inspire, 
 To uplift the harp and tune it, 
 
 Like some sweet Eolian lyre ; 
 Dash'd the bar •. iii.ist tlie breast-works 
 
 Of the wave. Uiatroil between 
 Kingston and thy shoie, Toronto, 
 
 That are still in summer's green. 
 
 Summer's suns have scorched the white brow 
 
 That oft ached with pain and woe ; 
 Hasten! Autumn fade and wither 
 
 Every scene on earth below. 
 Fade its beauties, as have faded, 
 
 Joys of youth within my soul ', 
 Grant the poet fitting emblems 
 
 Of the fate of mortals all. 
 
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 "^^^ suppress those deep emotions 
 
 Which may rise within my soul, 
 I hat no thirst no pride nor passiou 
 
 May within my bosom roll. 
 Then my sou! may get inspired 
 
 By some theme of heavenly birth 
 And desert ambitious objects ' 
 
 That are loved by men of earth. 
 
 Dip thy brush in nature's beauty 
 
 Stroke it on thy canvas o'er • ' 
 Give a charm to every object 
 
 Seen around Toronto shore. 
 I the bard is fond of nature, 
 
 Courts her sweet bewitching smile- 
 And doth tune his harp to praise her' 
 
 With a spirit void of guile. 
 
 He doth love her varied glories, 
 
 From the wildest thunder-storm " 
 Down to gales that fan the lily, '' 
 
 And wave o'er its beauteous form • 
 Are there beauties round thv precincts. 
 
 1 hat can move a happy strain, 
 From the poet who may homage 
 
 All thy glories once again. 
 
 What a vast and glorious city 
 
 Spreads around this placid shore, 
 Where the wild untutor'd Indian 
 
 Rambled a few years before. 
 Now the woodman's axe is silent, 
 
 That once echo'd o'er the plain 
 And the arm that often swung it ' 
 
 Ne'er will wield it here again. 
 
 Could he rise and see the glory 
 
 That doth shade his dust alone 
 He'd declare his humble grave lot 
 
 Was entire to him unknown. 
 No poor red man now to guide him 
 
 To those sacred spots he trod 
 "^^^'^'.P^^'^aps (alone), he fou/id him 
 
 Ultenng homage to his God. 
 
 Trying to preserve so sacred 
 
 In his heart those germs of truth, 
 That some Christian mother planted 
 
 In his mind since days of youth. 
 And to gaze on the wild glories 
 
 That o'erspreads this neighborhood: 
 W hich, when he was young and happy 
 
 All was one wild waste of wood. 
 

 He would want to flee, as David, 
 
 Like a dove whose wings would press 
 Swiftly to some sacred silence, 
 
 To his former wilderness ; 
 And be buried 'neath some willow, 
 Where the gentle streamlets lave, 
 To revive the beauteous flowers 
 That adorn his humble grave. 
 
 ST. JAMES'S CATHEDRAL. 
 
 Shaded beneath the waving trees, 
 
 In the Cathedral's hallow'd grove, 
 B'an'd by the cool of Autumn's breeze, 
 
 The poet humble layers move. 
 The power and gift divine I ask. 
 
 Forbid me not what I implore, 
 Power, according to my task, 
 
 That I its beauties may explore. 
 With ease the heart soars up above, 
 
 Free from the cares of mortal life, 
 I gaze upon his throne of love, 
 
 Forgetting all this world of strife. 
 Yea, I may see, without a cloud, 
 
 The heavenly hosts in glory fall, 
 And every knee in honour bow'd 
 
 Low 'fore the triune Lord of all. 
 There 'mong the burnmg throngs doth shine 
 
 Lambert and Hooper's spirits pure ; 
 Who honour'd once the truth divine. 
 
 And martyrs sufiFering did endcre. 
 'Fore they'd betray the precious word, 
 
 They seul'd it with life's purple blood; 
 Hail'd the white flames their stakes afford. 
 
 And yielded up their sculs to God. 
 This, this the channel from whence flowed 
 
 The truths our mother church hath taught ; 
 Yea, many a head in flames were bowed. 
 
 Who preach'd the glories Jesus bought. 
 The contrast wide doth now appear, 
 
 'Tween present times and days of yore; 
 Under our vine and fig tree here, 
 
 None dare molest the sacied hour. 
 1 are those virtues in the heart 
 
 So deep as those who kiss'd the flame; 
 Or were we tried 'fore lire departs. 
 
 Could we, too, die for Jesu's name. 
 How peaceful is the Christian hour 
 
 Li life given us to worship God, 
 
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 If 
 
 While veteran's bouIs through flames did tower 
 
 To heaven that seal'd it with their blood. 
 The poet now may chime his lyie, 
 
 While sitting in this sacred grove ; 
 None dare attempt to quench The fire 
 
 That burns from out his heart of love. 
 Here, round St. James's mighty walls, 
 
 The muse doth linger willingly, 
 As once of yore, round old St? Paul's, 
 
 When home in England, young and free. 
 O I dare the lambents flames consume, 
 
 Once more this treble sacred wall : 
 Or will its artful work illume, 
 
 And 'fore its dreadful fury fall. 
 May heaven, who holds the thunderbolt 
 ^ Safe in the muscle of his hand 
 Control the elements whose holt' 
 
 Could yet consume it from the land ! 
 May heaven's protecting arm o'ershade 
 
 The sanctuary on Jiis name; 
 And all the offerings that are made 
 
 Reach his bright throne in hnllow'd flame. 
 Here, oft beneath these sacred walls 
 
 The vener'd JJishop's voice is heard : 
 The God who sees the sparrows fall, 
 
 H"th long preserved him by his word. 
 b all three score years his tongue of fire 
 
 Hath taught the way to heaven and God : 
 Whose spirit early did inspire, 
 
 To point the sinner to the blood. 
 The weight of four score years or more 
 Do rest upon his vener'd head ; ' 
 
 Soon will his voice be Iieard no more 
 J5ut silent lie among the dead. ' 
 Bedew'd by many a Christian eye, 
 
 Whose tears will full upon his grave • 
 Keeping alive what flowers may lie ' 
 
 In beauty on his sncred grave. 
 And may his sjiirit bright and free 
 Abundant entrance then receive' 
 Into Christ's kingdom joyfully, 
 
 Where no sin can his spirit grieve \ 
 
 His sons in the gospel will love then to follow 
 His path that shone brighter to the perfect day, 
 
 t orsaking the pomp of the world that ,s hollow,"^' 
 They 11 seek for that glory that 's now far away. 
 
 Time creeps to the brow of Grnsott, who is rector. 
 
 And scatters some silver locks over his face ; 
 Who through thirty ^ears hath given them sweet nectar 
 
 While truth's brfglit ellulgcnco oft beam'd rich in grace 
 
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 May Baldwin and Cartwrifflit long live to shed glory, 
 And with hallow'd eloquence always proclaim 
 
 The beauty and ♦"uUnesss of Calvary's story, 
 
 With music that dwells in their Kedeemer's name! 
 
 Directing the masses to flee to that fountain 
 Once open'd for sinners on Calvary's brow ; 
 
 For the Pearl of great price is sure hid in that mountain. 
 And Jesus can save them in mercy there now. 
 
 Its inward forms are laid with works of arts, 
 Replete with beauty are its various parts; 
 Six massive arches hold the poiidrous roof 
 That fain would say 't was now all fire-proof. 
 This house of God doth tower like one of old, 
 Though not deep laid as it with purest gold ; 
 Its massive walls threats here long to remain, 
 Till time will lay its head in dusl again. 
 May the Shokinah alvays linger here, 
 Pouring its light to scatter human fear ; 
 Assuring man that (Jod is stil' " '^ friend, 
 And will remain till time's sh journey '11 end. 
 <iod of our fathers, let thy s"cred face 
 Shine on this spot with every gosjiel grace, 
 That those who hear the Word of Lite bi low, 
 May yet in heaven eternal glories know. 
 A thousand voices on God's Sabbath day 
 Pour hymns of praise, and chant an heavenly lay. 
 Mingling with throngs that crowd the eternal throne. 
 And bow in awe to worship God alone. 
 Uow like those songs that chime in worlds above 
 Are these betimes, when wafted there in love; 
 When every voice, mingled with ortian power, 
 Pour sweetest praises on the Sabbath hour. 
 Jehoavh bows to them a list'ning ear. 
 Accepts their praise, that conies from hearts sincere. 
 While every lieart, like Peter, cries 'tis good, 
 This can bo naught but thine own house, O God! 
 The gate of heaven now brcuketh on their view. 
 And God is seen in all liis glories new ; 
 The heart is drawn to those bright scenes above, 
 Where prayer ia lost in praise of endless love. 
 
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 Ii in grace. 
 
 THE WKSLEYAN METHODIST. 
 Dii. Rykrson. 
 
 Wesley I thy name doth sound on many a shore. 
 Thy deeds im't'v die nor give their virtue o'er ; 
 Thine acts of love in characters of light, 
 ft^hititi ou to "uidu the world to "lory bri"ht : 
 
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 Thy spacious mind atored with the truths of God 
 l^iiPcts yet millions to the purple flood ; ' 
 
 lliy matchless faith that moved the glorious throne 
 And brought the presence of the Etefnal down ' 
 
 liispires the hearts of all thy followers here ' ' 
 10 claim those mercies that were bought so dear- 
 This world was set on fire of hallowed flame, 
 VVhen thou didst sound the powpr of Jesus' name- 
 Us face wa« changed as with some magic wand, ' 
 When thy hps teachod the gospel throS.^h the land - 
 Thy sons are clothed still in that matchles grace ' 
 That offers pardon to the human race ; ^ ' 
 
 1 he acorn seed that fell deep in one heart, 
 be.uls forth Its branches the wide world apart; 
 And thousands nestle 'neath its hallowed shade, 
 home in the ear more in the tender blade ; 
 A bo ^v hath spread o'er sweet Toronto's shore, 
 {pasting Its shadows where proud billows roar. 
 Wesley ! thy sons are clothed in gospel light, 
 Betraying glory ofits precepts bright: 
 1 heir zeal and love to the eternal truth, 
 iiloom ever young as in their days of youth ; 
 Bowing the world beneath imperial power. 
 By grace divine that heaven doth de gn to shower 
 Ryerson thy God d,d early call thy name, ' 
 
 lo feel his grace, the Gospel to proclaim 
 And formed thy mind with wide proportion here 
 To preach the doctrines of that gospel clear ;' 
 Thou towerest high above thy feTlows far ' 
 Like Saul whose head was 'hove the rest in war- 
 Ihose giant powers were early stored in youth ' 
 And inlaid deep with heavens eternal trulh ' 
 lill now thy fame resounds in every land 
 Obeying mandates of heav(;ns high command • 
 1 hy heart benign ruled by deep sympathy, ' 
 Doth lend Its power to aid the student free 
 Where mental power if seen of native worth 
 Struggling to bring its energies all forth • ' 
 Ihine (.ye not slow its genius to perceive ' 
 Nor last its wants in kindness to relieve • 
 Mut with some thought that will his breast insniro 
 Dosi n.ove his mind to hopes of glory Se" '^ ' 
 And point him on the way to future fame ' 
 lo honour hero and an immortal name ' 
 
 fn h..Hl '^"f ^""^ P ^r "^°^'^-'* "'■ '^'•'■"•■""t power 
 In battles brave liave laboured through lifea iZ/.' 
 Yea, m ,ny a foe in weakness did reti7e ' 
 
 Vaii<,uisli,.d in war before thy ton<'ue of firP • 
 But thou alon" „n the wide Imttle^lield 
 No power essays to cause thy sword to yiolfi • 
 Thy bietbren love to crown thy lustrious broV 
 With wreaths of fame while with us here bZw , 
 
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 ! how much more when death will lay thy head 
 Low in the confines of its enrthey bed, 
 When towers thy soul free to its native air, 
 Which mortals powers ou earth fail to declare. 
 
 Rev. Dr. W. Jeffers. 
 
 Fearless and brave are all the hallow'd words 
 
 Which thy pure tongue of eloquence affords; 
 
 Keen is thnie eye to read the human heart. 
 
 Keen to discern the words of truth apart. 
 
 Apt in enforcin^r, on the Sabbath hour, 
 
 The elements of truth with more than mortal power ; 
 
 A genius thine, superior to thine age, 
 
 Towering above its fury and its rage ; 
 
 In quiet beauty breaks its light apart, 
 
 Pouring truth's lustre in the sinner's heart. 
 
 Sin, like the hydra, with a hundred hands. 
 
 Writhes 'fore the power of thy great magic wands, 
 
 Owning the God that moves thy tongue of grace, 
 
 To stir the wicked from their hidmg place, 
 
 Bringing the wretched to t^e Gospel store 
 
 For food, and raiment, and life evermore. 
 
 Rev. H. Poi.lard. 
 
 Within thy mind dwell attributes of fire, 
 That claim some music from the poet's lyre; 
 Thou art a sample of those souls that trod 
 Britannia's shores, teaching the way to God. 
 Where Wesley's tongue did fall in hallowed flame,, 
 Preaching the glories of his Saviour's name; 
 His doctrines pure, find in thy heart a jilace, 
 Bedewed divinely with salvation's grace. 
 Stern are the virtues that reign in the mind, 
 Stern as the oak before the furious winds ; 
 No thunder roar, no forked lightning bright, 
 Could from thy heart lliese moral virtues fright. 
 There they remain, till death will make thorn shine 
 Bright in the glory of the throne divine; 
 Leaving in death one word to testify 
 Their power to bless in its last agony. 
 
 ower, 
 lour; 
 
 Dr. Caldicoit, Bond Street. 
 
 Seated within the spacious walls, 
 
 Where art dioiiluys her noblest powers; 
 
 Where mental eloquence oft falls 
 Upon the soul in Sabbath hours. 
 
 Sweet, sweet the hour of hallow'd rest 
 We spent apo-n the Sabbntli five, 
 
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 In Bond Street, where we were addressed. 
 n ^""^ "'"-'eJ "1 Jesus to believe. 
 U, Oi>ldicott ! thy mind acute, 
 
 tan see the sinner's vvaverin>r heart • 
 I-iay on Us strings as on a flute? ' 
 
 And move its various powers apart. 
 Deep in the mine of sacred truth 
 ^ Ihine eye espies the precious ore: 
 
 Who learn to love the Gospel store 
 How clear thine ar^ruments do prove 
 
 Ihe l.vmg Word of God anVht, 
 To teach all men His name to love 
 liy bnn-ing each to Gospel light! 
 Ihere fore tiie mirror of the word 
 ilung the un.rodlv in his mult . 
 «el.eve/- said he, " i„ Cluist the Lord, 
 Ihou may st be cleansed whole if thou wilt " 
 Then hst'mng ,o the Word of Life, '"' 
 
 Ihat fell upon the soul from thee; 
 Cease d,d the tumult and the strife 
 1^ ore purple streams of Calvary. 
 How wo 1 thou k-nowest the human mind, 
 
 And US relation wide to sin. ' 
 
 And all Us mighty power to i)ind 
 -; -V"- soul to crime it welters in. 
 • Madness IS in their heart," he siid, 
 
 And d.d portray the picture true: 
 1 hat Solomon, if fr„m the dead, 
 Oould not have drawn a deeper hue 
 
 F 
 
 Dr. Jennino3. 
 
 God's nalced word thou pourest on my ear 
 reachmg me values, and my God to feur- 
 
 Steuln.g the nnnd beneath thy (Jospel St a'in 
 w\ a. Judea 8 Mount and hallow id p|„ ' 
 
 Wh.re Jesu'shps did teach the word iifc 
 CausH,,. convictions a-id reproving strife ' 
 Hnngmg the wounded in his arms of love 
 tor peace oa earth and hopes of bliss above 
 
 James Bkatv, Esq. 
 I cast mine eye across u forest wide, 
 And gaze on trees that tower in mighty pride- 
 One brow doth tower above another faV ' 
 Striving to hold commuuion with a star 
 1 see the rock and peak-, on peak aspire, 
 One point.... high, .mother towen.,\; higher- 
 
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 I see a star adorn the evening sky, 
 
 Breaking ils lustre on the traveller's eye. 
 
 I see a number, and they all do shine 
 
 In quiet beauty 'neuth the throne divine ; 
 
 One after one, I mark them, each retire, 
 
 When morning dawns and none their light requires. 
 
 One as a sentinal lingers on to see 
 
 Aurora's car riding in majesty; 
 
 Her blushing eye then quietly retires, 
 
 Before the glory of Aurora's fires. 
 
 Thene trees and rocks, and that one faithful star. 
 
 May with Toronto's varied minds compare ; 
 
 iieaty, 'tis thee I see amidst the throng. 
 
 Moving the masses with thy pen and tongue, 
 
 Like a brave warrior on the battle field. 
 
 Not thou in war to a proud foe would'st yield, 
 
 Thy lofty mind doth tower above the mass. 
 
 Bestrewing thy knowledge among every class, 
 
 Blessing the world with its all radiant light. 
 
 To guide their footsteps to heaven's bliss aright. 
 
 And in the world ^vhere politics do rage. 
 
 Thy mighty mind the desperate battle wage, 
 
 To bless the leaders of the cotninsr aire. 
 
 Hon. Geokge Buotvn. 
 
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 Scotia ! how oft the poet sings of thee. 
 
 Thy hills and dales have heard sweet songs from me ; 
 
 Homo of the brave, land of the martyr'd good. 
 
 The beauteous face blushed often with their blood. 
 
 Thy towering hills have shaded many brows. 
 
 Where bloom'd their wreath with more than mortal blows ; 
 
 The bards and statesmen from thy sacred shore, 
 
 Have shook the world with gifts we all adore. 
 
 Brown, of Toronto, did the fates above 
 
 Brood o'er thy nature like a guileless dove, 
 
 And pour the spirit of old Scotia's power 
 
 Upon thy brow, throughout life's checquer'd hour. 
 
 How far and wide is thy deep influence felt. 
 
 Upon the heart of every Scotia Celt j 
 
 Gladstone, of Europe, see an equal mind, 
 
 Fraught with a power of a similar kind. 
 
 Quaint is thy mind, keen is thy native ken, 
 
 Strong are the words that issue from thy pen ; 
 
 Thy country's youth may copy oft from thee 
 
 The way to honor, through deep industry. 
 
 Thy labouring mind seized the great facts of truth, 
 
 They moved thy breast since early days of youth j 
 
 And now thy mind can shed their light afar, 
 
 Breaking in lustre of an evening star. 
 
 The " Olobe," thy means, were columns of thy power, 
 
 Are seen to prove its fullness every huur. 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY. 
 
 God of the universe I inspire 
 
 My burning breast with hallowed flame ; 
 Aid me to touch my native lyre 
 
 With reverence due thy holy name ; 
 Savor my song with unction pure, 
 
 That drops from the eternal throne, 
 That every thought may long endure 
 
 A monument to thee alone ; 
 Aid my frail powers to gaze aright 
 
 On nature, and her beauties wild, 
 And feel her yielding to nay sight 
 
 The glories I saw when a child, 
 Around my humble cottage home, 
 
 Where first my heart did love her face; 
 Nor less now, though from there I roam, 
 
 Far from its deep bewitching grace ; 
 Or should mine eye fall on the work 
 
 Of art, in pomp around this shore. 
 Grant me the beauty that may lurk 
 
 To grace my lines 'till they are o'er; 
 Or should some attributes of power 
 
 Be found within the human mind. 
 May genius round their lustre tower, 
 
 And their true source of greatness'find I 
 Judea's birds had found a nest, 
 
 Beneath the temple's sacred shade. 
 Where they could lay their young to rest, 
 
 Save from the poison'd arrows blade. 
 So 'round Toronto's sacred shore, 
 
 Learning doth raise her head on high, 
 Safe from the darta that wander o'er, 
 
 Sent forth by infidelity. 
 
 Here, 'round the shore of wild Ontario's lake, 
 
 Again I ask my sacred song to awake ; 
 
 Nature and art, in wrestling pride conspire, 
 
 To claim my song and all its native fire. 
 
 The first adorn'd in Autumn's fading green. 
 
 And art in glory rarer seldom seen ; 
 
 Thy shores, Toronto, labours to outvie 
 
 The native pride of ancient majesty. 
 
 These walls enrich'd in subtle works of art, 
 
 Carved and recarved are all its stone apart ; 
 
 Its snlendid front doth fall upon the eye 
 
 With treble force and potent majesty ; 
 
 And all serene, its wide dimensions lies 
 
 Within the park, 'neath Autumn's silvery skies. 
 
 Thy glorious plans, Cumberland ! whose thought 
 
 Of rich design are ever always fraught; 
 
 Thy name, in praise, will ring around this wall, 
 
 Till all its strength in distant time may fall. 
 
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 Within its walls dwell minds, whose ample store, 
 
 Reflect deep glories of truth's ancient lore ; 
 
 Their realm of thought in learning all unknown, 
 
 But to themselves, who sound its depths alone. 
 
 Doctor McCal!, thy mind of native power, 
 
 Right full of fruit doth hang throughout life's hour j 
 
 How ripe doth fall thy knowledge of all truth. 
 
 Gathered by labour since thy days of youth I 
 
 Learning hath wreathed thy brow with glory bright. 
 
 And time doth weave her laurels there aright j 
 
 A radient lustre fi\lls from thy mild face, 
 
 Deep'iiiug the beauty of thy mental grace. 
 
 The brilliant youth do feel thy mental power, 
 
 Stamp'd on their own, to bless them through life's honr. 
 
 May distant years alone bow low thy head, 
 
 And hide its lustre in earth's dusty bed I 
 
 Till then, bright star, shed on thy lustre bright, 
 
 Guiding young minds to hills of learning's height ; 
 
 Thy name and memory hallowed evermore, 
 
 Through distant time around this favoured shore. 
 
 Within its walls a rich Museum lies, 
 
 Scattering rich beauties 'fore our wond'ring eyes : 
 
 The Indian relics, stored of ancient date. 
 
 Are here depo'd by thoughtful minds of late. 
 
 The tomahawk, which wielded a foul blow. 
 
 To lay in death his fellow mortal low, ' 
 
 With implements the native Indians hewed 
 
 While wandering free, untutor'd, through the wood. 
 
 And here are birds of every colouied wing, 
 
 Whose powers were free, their melody to sing ; 
 
 Some cruel hand hath paralized their song, 
 
 And hushed the music warbling on their tongue. 
 
 The varied host of Canada's vast wild, 
 
 That charm the heart to raptures pure and mild, 
 
 And moved the breast with hymns they often sung, 
 
 Now praise sits silence on their palsied tongue. 
 
 But yet the plumes that those bright wings supply 
 
 Are fraught with beauty that can never die. 
 
 Reminding all of Eden's lustrious host, 
 
 From whence they ilew when happiness was lost. 
 
 Yea, Heaven's own host are represented here, 
 
 And ranged according to their varied sphere ; 
 
 From Austria's Emu to those insects all 
 
 That deem it blis? on lower scales to crawl. 
 
 Those creatures, too, of thy wide lake and sea, 
 
 That plowed their depths when they wore swimming free: 
 
 All telling man how wide Jehovah trod. 
 
 To leave the imprints of his name as God. 
 
 Canadian sons do labour here to know 
 
 Their nature's all and history here below, 
 
 That they may learn the works of God to lov© 
 
 On earth below, as well as thmss above. 
 
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 THE PROVINCIAL LUNATIC ASYLUM, AND DR. 
 WORKMAN, GOVERNOR. 
 
 Land of the brave and happy free 1 
 
 How many charms belonn; to thee I 
 
 Virtues abound around thy shore, 
 
 That can hush man's deep sorrow o'er. 
 
 O ! that great heart of boundless love, 
 
 That bent o'er thee once from above. 
 
 And with a saciifice untold, 
 
 Bought for thee more thati gifts of gold. 
 
 That angels fail their depths unfold. 
 
 Blessings divine, all rich and free, . 
 
 Covering man's deepest misery ; 
 
 That wond'rous sacrifice was made 
 
 For every form and human grade. 
 
 To give to us a sample bright, 
 
 Moved by its deep celestial light, 
 
 To act to fellow mortals right. 
 
 And with a God-like charity. 
 
 Copy the love of Calvary. 
 
 Ilia government of love, we know, 
 
 Has wond'rous phazes here below ; 
 
 In nature, contrasts doth appear, 
 
 'Tween beauteous vales and deserts drear, 
 
 'Tween suimj^ climes, where her pure smile 
 
 Hath no false shadows to beguile. 
 
 To plague the traveller in his way 
 
 Throughout the sweet scenes of the day. 
 
 Forests may murmur music sweet, 
 
 And birds ill heavenly accents greet, 
 
 While rivulets answer at his feet. 
 
 So in the intellectual realm. 
 
 Though Providence stays at the helm, 
 
 The same great contrast still is seen 
 
 'Tween those sweet lawns in summer's green, 
 
 And those minds parch'd by sin and woe, 
 
 Defacing earth's glad joys below. 
 
 See intellect desert her throne, 
 
 And m such frightful aspects groan, 
 
 That none can feel but. they alone. 
 
 Parch'd by some source of sin and woe. 
 
 From whence eternal sorrow flow ; 
 
 Some by the secret hand of God 
 
 May groan their deep eternal load. 
 
 The wond'rous cause to all unknown, 
 
 Save to the great eternal throne. 
 
 And more, by reckless passion's power, 
 
 Have blasted all life's joyful hour 
 
 Every way ; still here they are. 
 
 Claiming benevolence and care ; 
 
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 Each do appeal, by silent tonea, 
 
 To hearts who'll feel their ceaseless groans. 
 
 Remember Canada, the deeds 
 
 Of Jesu's love to all thy needs ; 
 
 Then thou wilt not forget those here, 
 
 Left by his will to claim thy tear. 
 
 But deep compassion from thy breast 
 
 Will soon wake from its slumb'ring rest- 
 
 And imitate those acts of love 
 
 That still flow from his throne above. 
 
 Yea, Canada, like England dear. 
 
 Has her colossal foot-prints here : 
 
 Her deeds heroic, of all kind. 
 
 Claim admiration from our mind. 
 
 Her sympathy hath raised on high 
 
 These massive walls to greet the sky 
 
 Where full four hundred insane poor' 
 
 May shelter in its gen'rous door, 
 
 Watch'd by the skilful mind of one 
 
 Whose life of lust'rous deeds have shone, 
 
 Thai noble sacrificing love, 
 
 Angels doth court from realms above. 
 
 His sou! allied, yea constantly, 
 
 By deep unerring sympathy. 
 
 To this part of the realm of God, 
 
 For whom the Saviour shed his blood 
 
 And still are noticed by his eye, ' 
 
 Amid their mind's defoimity. 
 
 His government doth reach them here 
 
 Shedding for them a crystal tear ' 
 
 Which angels (seeing) love so dear. 
 
 This fact his soul doth recognise. 
 
 It moves tears from his tender eyes 
 
 And then allies his destiny 
 
 To all their woes and misery, 
 
 And offers to bis God above, 
 
 The service of his heart of love. 
 
 That lofty, noble, towering brow 
 
 In which compassions streams do'flow 
 
 Betrays high principles of mind, ' 
 
 To guide them not in passions blind. 
 
 But each conducive to their best 
 
 And highest form of interest. 
 
 God of compassion, in whose breast 
 Doth deep infinite goodness rest. 
 And in whose heart doth labour free 
 AiTeotions pure eternally. 
 And on whose mighty arm divine, 
 The universe doth all recline. 
 
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 How can thy bread Omniscient eye 
 
 Gaze on this scene of misery, 
 
 And looking nn the Cross, whose woe 
 
 Atoned for all man's guilt below, 
 
 And not sweep from the face of earth 
 
 These scenes of woe of human birth ? 
 
 God of infinite wisdom, thou 
 
 Dodt chain my lip, aud my knee bow, 
 
 All, all these wonders I resign, 
 
 In meekness to the will divine. 
 
 Shall not the eternal world reveal 
 
 The marvels of thy glorious will, 
 
 And tell the principles and cause 
 
 On which wer« wrecked these mental laws? 
 
 And why in frightful aspects groan 
 
 These victims 'neath thy generous throne? 
 
 Poor maniac mind, how strange thy visions are ! 
 
 My pencil fails their various forms declare ; 
 
 Strange hosts appear to alTiight thy weakness still, 
 
 And shadows wild thy mental visions fill. 
 
 Who knows the depth of thy profound despair, 
 
 Produced by shadows floating in the air. 
 
 Let that blanch' d cheek, and that deep sunken eye, 
 
 Bespeak thy woes and mental agony. 
 
 Thy shipwreck'd mind stands proof of that great fall 
 
 Which less or more we have experienced all. 
 
 And still a proof of those great attributes 
 
 That raises man above the common brutCi.', 
 
 And proof sublime of immortality, 
 
 In which ihe soul will be forever free. 
 
 O I from its hills thy soul may yet look down, 
 
 And see the abyss in which thy mind did groan, 
 
 And see the way which God hath dealt with thee, 
 
 To save thy soul from deeper misery. 
 
 Thou'lt turn thine eye and smile upon his throne, 
 
 And bl"sj his name for a'.l that he hath done, 
 
 And say 'tis well, the power be ever thine, 
 
 And mine the worship 'fore its throne divine. 
 
 Full fifty acres ia a lot too poor, 
 
 As much again, or more, thou shouldst ensure; 
 
 That the wild feet of patients oft may stray, 
 
 To catch, perchance, the thoughts of youthful day, 
 
 When passions pure did in their bosoms play ; 
 
 And should some thought their wandering minds o'er rulr, 
 
 And slrike the mind of days, of youth and school, 
 
 That thought, through God, may yet the soul redeem. 
 
 And break the chains of life's bewildering dream. 
 
 What though the flowers in beauteous forms may grow, 
 
 Shaping their hue white as the driven snow, 
 
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 And Pvery colour break upon the eye, 
 Reflecting back to days of youthful glee, 
 Give them the sway that they afar may stroll 
 To feel the freedom of their youthful soul, 
 It may give power to break the spell that bound, 
 As with a chain, their spirits to the ground. 
 
 OSGOODE HALL. 
 
 Within a grove of velvet green, 
 
 Dwell the wild splendours of a Hall, 
 Rarer in beauty seldom seen, 
 
 Lifting to heaven her pond'rous wall. 
 I sit beneath its glorious dome, 
 
 AVhere beauteous colours meet the eye ; 
 And wherever it doth roam. 
 
 Some majesty approaches nigh. 
 Taste hath here lavish'd all her store, 
 
 And art her ablest cunning work ; 
 Here both have stamp'd their wond'rous power, 
 
 Here their triumphant glories lurk. 
 Within its spaciou.s walls do dwell 
 
 The various courts of Civil Law ; 
 "Where legal eloquence may tell 
 
 On wond'ring crowds that thither draw. 
 A Library of law, immense. 
 
 Here student's ardently devour ; 
 Its pungent truth, with mmds intense, 
 
 Thirsting for knowledge every hour. 
 The dead and living, great, are here, 
 
 Painted by some neat skilful hand ; 
 Perpetuating memories dear, 
 Who once shed rich lustre in our land. 
 
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 THE MECHANICS' INSTITUTE. 
 
 Toronto ! thy brow reflects here many a gem, 
 
 In princely pride do'st wear thy diadem ; 
 
 Genius is here sheding her radiant light, 
 
 To lift all minds to purest bliss aright, 
 
 And save the world from curses that have fell. 
 
 Plunging earth's millions to the depths of hell. 
 
 She tempts all minds to diink the knowledge pore. 
 
 Which she for them doth labour to secure ; 
 
 To raise on high the wondrous mass of mind, 
 
 That former years did labour oft'n to blind. 
 
 That chain is broke, thank God, now light doth shine, 
 
 Ita radiance falls iu lustre all divine : 
 
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 SRattering the darknefs that o'erhung our earth, 
 Hy truths now owned to he of heavenly birth. 
 Where are ye now hobgob'.ins that of old, 
 Threw out your shadows and your lustre bold ; 
 Where are th* spirits that disturb'd the mass, 
 And shook thf -ars of the lower class ; 
 Knowledge hath poured on them the light of day ; 
 They stood it not but fled from earth away 
 Children of darkness and deep ignorance * 
 Illegal sons by some foul act ofchance ;' 
 Unknown to days of knowledge and of power, 
 And genius pure that to true bliss doth tower, 
 The friends of truth and knowledge pure are here 
 Dispensing light and chasing human fear: ' 
 
 And build on truth an edifice of power. 
 Where mind may flee for shelter any hour. 
 What makes thy land, Canada, surpass 
 Italic shores, and all its lower class ; 
 Thy days are fewer yet thy blooming youth, 
 lietrays more light and lustre of the truth ; 
 Life's sacred truths are poured upon thy mind. 
 With knowledge pure of a celestial kind; 
 The guilt of Rome doth not rest on thy soul. 
 On its own breast those conscious billows roll ; 
 She bound in chains the milliou-i mass of mind, 
 And veiled their eye with ignorance so blind : 
 No ray of light to raise their soul on high. 
 To guide to bliss that lies beyond the sky. 
 Not so our land, liweet Canada, O no, 
 Thou lovest ail minds eternal truth to know. 
 This Institute that lifts her head on high, 
 Towering in pride to kiss the silvery sky ; 
 Kolds in her power six thousand volumes bri(»ht. 
 That pours the rays of truth celestial li<Tht: ° 
 Ten hundrea members feed upon the fruit. 
 Of mental power that flows from minds acute ; 
 1 heir spirit strengthens on the light they feel. 
 That through these means doth o'er their spirit steal ■ 
 And carry light to many a distant shore, ' 
 
 To bless the world which they may wander o'er. 
 Lesslie and Baldwin were the noble sires. 
 That kindl'd the Hame which now thy br- ,; irmre^ 
 Thy Bates and Le.ioh and others are alive. 
 To see the fruit o: all their labours thriv ■ 
 Dunlop and Sewel that are now 'mong :,'> fciQ 
 SlumberiTig in peace low in earth's dulty bed; ' 
 Their spirits live among us ever more, 
 Treasured their names in memory's sacred store. 
 O would some power from some celestial hill, 
 Awake my song and move my slumbering will : 
 That I my voice in righteous accents raise, 
 \ad hymn »weet truth of oao in lasting praise - 
 
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 Yea heavenly virtues surely in thee shine, 
 And claim encomiums from tl, pen of mine. 
 Edwards thy praise dotli fall from every tongue, 
 Why not from mine in an immortal son,' ; 
 Thy steady virtues shine of lustre mild, 
 No moral breach hath e'er thy heart defiled ; 
 With what fond ease they rest their trust on thee, 
 And thy returns are hailed in joyfully ; 
 Yea all thy actions shine of brightest hue, 
 To bless the world with all their lustre true ; 
 Thme efforts here contribute e'er to raise, 
 Thy country's fame worthy of constant praise. 
 The laboura vast of Storm atid Cumberland, 
 nid raise on high these wails by their command ; 
 Which stand a credit to those noble men. 
 Who claim encomiums from my humble pen ; 
 It well bespeaks of energies that lie, 
 In human breasts that sleep but never die : 
 Urave benefactors of the human race, 
 May heaven redown his mercies on this place ;] 
 And bless the means ye always here employ, 
 To raise young minds by truth to endless ioy. 
 
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 THE NORMAL SCHOOL. 
 
 I seem to sit, within this grove. 
 
 Like the immortal bards that sung, 
 Asking eternal powers above. 
 
 To aid thoughts that fall from my tongue. 
 My native lyre hath chanted oft 
 
 To nature in her robes of green ; 
 And soar'd from thence to heaven aloft, 
 
 Where deeper glories still are seen. 
 Where is a scene to which my lyre 
 
 Did not yet sing on sea or shore ; 
 But yet one theme will it inspire, 
 
 Before its melodies are o'er. 
 Land of the brave and free, thy soil 
 
 Can boast of men of giant power : 
 Who led by intellectual toil, 
 
 Their country where it now doth tower. 
 Through them the finer arts allure 
 
 And steal the nobler powers of mind ; 
 To gain a name that may endure 
 
 In blessed memory here behind. 
 A Raphael's soul may slumber here. 
 
 With naught to raise its power to fame, 
 Did not these pictures, bold and clear. 
 
 Inspire him to an equal name. 
 
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 The sacred scenes of Canaan's plains, 
 ^ Are brouirht by art before the eye ; 
 Jruii of those geniuses whose gains 
 
 Were crowns of immortality. 
 The lovely tides of ancient song 
 
 Are stamj/d with more than mortal power, 
 Which once moved poet's harps along, 
 
 III angel beauty in life's hour. 
 The sculptor, too, may ramble here. 
 
 And know what mighty minds have done : 
 Like thine Apollo, Belvidere, 
 
 Whose brow has worn a fadeless crown. 
 Here Laocoon's unhappy fate 
 
 Is stamp'd in features of despair; 
 How helpless is his dreadful state, 
 ^ And his two sons entangled there. 
 .Sjme master mind hath drawn them fine, 
 
 buffering Minerva's penalty: 
 .She sent with attributes divine 
 
 Those serpents from the foaming sea. 
 I he mighty destiners of earth 
 
 Are chisell'd here by art sublime. 
 I{y minds whose power of heavenly birth 
 
 Outlive the fading wreaths of time. 
 U, Canada 1 thy youth should come 
 
 t roiii every pleas iiit dale and hill, 
 And round these halls of classics roam, 
 
 10 drink sweet nectar to the fill 
 ", Ryereon ! thy mind alone 
 iirP*^" ^*'^"st »»■ attributes so fine; 
 Whose cultivated taste hath grown 
 
 lo love the beautiful divine. 
 rhe impress of thy mind we feel 
 
 Is stamp'd upon the present age ; 
 lU influence doth o'er us steal, 
 
 In mental power on many u'pa"e. 
 I'ar in the ages yet to come, ° 
 
 When ait will raise her head on hi.'h. 
 I he memory to thee will roam, " 
 
 With dew drops nestling in her eye. 
 Nor dare the poet's pen forget 
 
 A name long to it here allied ; 
 Whose hcai. is on its int'rest set, 
 
 A friend to Eihi cation, tried 
 IlodginsI thy works shall speak thy praise, 
 
 hliould human tongues cease to extol • 
 May thy dear name on this spot raise. ' 
 Long as Ontario'd billows roll ! 
 
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 The 16th Regiment— Major General Napier. 
 
 The crown of Britannia casts shadows afar, 
 
 Illuming the nations of earth, as a star 
 
 Does Venus shed lustre deep, deep in the night, 
 
 Dispensing its gloom with its silvery light. 
 
 So Briton in glory more radiant doth shine, 
 
 Reflecting the lustre of truth all divine; 
 
 A throne that is founded on this rock will stand, 
 
 Illuming the nation and blessing the land. 
 
 An handmaid for lieaven, and true to her trust. 
 
 Will prosper when other thrones crumble to dust ; 
 
 The principle in her will raise her to power, 
 
 And arm her with valour in each trying hour. 
 
 These principles burn'd in the soldier's deep heart, 
 
 When he from the home of his youth fain would part ; 
 
 The kiss and the tear that his mother did yield. 
 
 Were naught to the laurels that hung on the field. 
 
 The fame of the kingdom had won his proud soul, 
 
 It ruled in his spirit and govern'd it whole ; 
 
 His life is a morsel, how proud would he die, 
 
 To seal the dread battle with true victory. 
 
 How fondly he'd lie on the field with the brave, 
 
 No flower declaring the place of his grave; 
 
 But his one idea was to gain a bright name. 
 
 And stamp it in letters of gold and of fume. 
 
 Britannia 1 how num'rous the hearts that do beat 
 
 In love to thy sceptre so powerful and great ; 
 
 The sun ne'er goes down on the plains where thy sway 
 
 Does not in some measure her proud visits pay. 
 
 Toronto shore has strong defences made, 
 Should war arise, her plans are ready laid ; 
 Her breastworks bare to hide the canon ball 
 That from the foe like hailstone hero may full. 
 Our guns are here, each waiting for their load, 
 And knees may bow, to ask success from God ; 
 Thy towers are built, thy forts all ready arc 
 Waiting the terrors and the woes of war. 
 But not thy towers, nor yet thy strength or power 
 Can yield protection in tlie trying hour. 
 Thy forts must lie deep in the soldier's breast, 
 There loyal power must wake to interest, 
 And break the slumber of a peaceful rest. 
 
 Then can thy shores, Toronto, boast of men 
 Who '11 freely die for Briton's throne again ; 
 Give me their name, that I may stamp a 11. le, 
 With all the power from out this pen of mine. 
 Mine eye must pierce their heart, to see its hue, 
 Then stroke the picture with a pencil true. 
 That all may see and love the picture fair, 
 And go in pndo its beauty to aQoiare. 
 
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 Hero's of battles, where are ye 
 
 Who once did tread this happy shore ; 
 Shall we your equals never see 
 
 On earth among us evermore ? 
 Haveiock and Nelson, from above, 
 
 That once did tread the battle plain, 
 Shew U8 your loyalty and love, 
 
 Baptize us with it once again. 
 0, Wellington I has earth no place, 
 
 Where equal footsteps yet may tread, 
 And imitate thy strength and grace. 
 
 That slumbers now among the dead. 
 0, Canada, awake I put on 
 
 «r?'*^y.^*'"^"o^^' ^^y country soon to save : 
 Why should we cry for Wellington 
 
 To rise up from his peaceful grave. 
 There is a shade of British soul, 
 
 A mind unknown to coward's fear • 
 Whose able powers do well control ' 
 
 The wide nffairs of armies here. 
 That spirit, Napier, is thine. 
 
 Son of a sire immortal, brave ; 
 Who fled, as though on wings divine, 
 
 His country's glory e'er to save. 
 Why are the memories of the great 
 
 Untold by British bards again ? 
 'Tis theirs to save them trom that fate, 
 
 By lines immortal from their pen. 
 Peace to thy dust I 0, Napier, dear I 
 
 J" peace it sleeps, on England's shore ; 
 Whose heart ne'er vibrated to fear. 
 
 When thunders of the battle roar. 
 Thy mantle fell upon thy son, 
 
 Who treads the way to high renown 5 
 And gain the victories others won. 
 
 And add bright gems to Briton's throne. 
 
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 Toronto, thy shore did resound to the harp string 
 That pour'd on thine ears deep music and love ; 
 And a bard o'er thv spires did soar on his proud wing, 
 
 And fain would ho leave thee for glories above. 
 Down deon in his spirit dwells music and fire, 
 
 -ni.^°"^'' °"'^*^ '^y ^^^ glories of thy happy shore : 
 fheysoon would resound on the strings of the lyre. 
 
 Nor give their deep raelodv and music all o'er. 
 But born for a world of far deeper beauty, 
 
 They fail to have full scope in a world such as this, 
 Where's naught to inspire the proud soul to its duty, 
 _ Till she floes to that city of glory and bliss. 
 There all dormant powera will shed their full glory, 
 
 And pour out their fullness of music and love ; 
 K'er moved by the Crosa. and its wond'roua atnr- 
 
 'Mid glorified spiriu and seraphs above. "