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FONTHILL
[History of the Village of Fonthill. 1944]
Thou happy hamlet of the hill,
Whose waters flow from spring and rill,
Whose maple trees their emblem bear
Of Canada, our land so fair;
‘Tis now of thee our pen would write-
Thou superb village of delight.
‘Tis here the sun-kissed peaches grow,
And nature does her gifts bestow,
With Spring caresses soft and sweet
On flowers and gardens at our feet,
From here the first fruit of the spring
Into our lives fresh pleasures bring.
In scenic beauty, none so grand:
At Lookout Point with me now stand
And view the landscape o’er and o’er
From Toronto’s Bay to the southern shore:
While to the east in the picture gay
You see Niagara’s foaming spray.
But of all the gifts of which we boast,
Democracy we value most.
‘Tis here a man is judged by worth
And not by what he owns at birth;
No automatic snob lives here,
And every man and child’s a peer.
No titled gentry need apply-
No Earl or Duke or Lord most high,
For democratic laws still stand
And Justice reigns through-out this land.
May peace and plenty ever fill
This happy hamlet of the hill
Robert Miller 1911..
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