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Lines read at the Welland House, St. Catharines, at a banquet given to the members in attendance at the Odd Fellows' Grand Lodge.
St. Catharines famed for mineral waters / And for the beauty of her daughters, / For some do worship at the shrines / Of the fair St. Catharines.
St. Catharines your greatness you inherit / From the genius of a Merritt, / You still would be a village dreary / But for this canal from lake Erie.
For on its bosom there doth float / Full many a ship and steamboat, / Brings world's commerce to your doors / And many gifts on you it pours.
Among its many great rewards / It gives you dry docks and ship yards, / To drive your mills great water power / It doth give you as a dower.
Since we above lines did compose, / Through new canal vast stream it flows, / The lock gates at the hill at Thorold / Can not be equaled in the world.