To The Old School House on Lundy’s Lane by E. Anglian

When time with ruthless wings sweeps on,
    The earth of all its bygone best is shriven;
And so, old edifice, thy day is done;
    The newer day asks more than thou hast given.

In honest hearts a thought for thee enshrined,
    Of sheltering walls in days almost forgot;
When knowledge forced on the unwilling mind
    Saved many from ignominy's cheerless lot.

Man's mind is like a shallow streamlet flowing,
    Forever winding onward to the sea
Of time's oblivion, and the growing
    Like rare immortal fountain, starts with thee.

Prayers offered have ascended from thy walls
    For benefits the which our fickle mind
Scarce can remember, yet those earnest calls
    Brought sweet, refreshing mercy to mankind.

If in the rushing years that are to be
    No steadfast stone of memory marks thy end,
When rich endeavor finds its tide in thee,
    Thou has not been in vain, old hoary friend.

 

 

Source: Niagara Falls Evening Review, December 22, 1915.

 Before the poem: “I see that the old school has already been pulled down. It was, I believe, also used as a church, and this, with other things, caused me to write these new lines, which, if you think worthy, I shall be glad to see printed in your paper.”

The Downtown Falls by Jackie Andres

All you councilors gather ‘round
Listen hard and good
Take a vote about downtown
Side the way you should

Recall the hay-day of the city
Now crumbled and decay
Embarrassed by our tourists’ pity
Haste, make no delay

Investors come, and investors will go
Listen hard and good
Give support; we need a show
Side the way you should

Revisit the day of Colonial Tea
Store of Moody stone
Windows decorated all have seen
Choice of what to own

Recall the river of Muddy Run
Past St. Patrick’s Church
Remember when you had such fun
Beneath the weeping birch

Vintage buildings, most are lost
History, memories, craft
Tear them down; reduce the cost
Surely that is daft?

Such a history, glowing, rich
War cries echo far
Niagara’s new polished niche
Help us raise the bar

When we all are strolling down
Sidewalks brightly lit
Victorian brick with painted wood
The city is refit

All you councilors gather ‘round
Listen hard and good
Hear the clapping in downtown
Applause for doing good

 

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