Eleven years after the villages of Wellington Square had been combined to create a new municipality, Burlington, the Hamilton Spectator carried the following flowery poem. It was written by 1885 “O.N.” in tribute of Hamilton’s neighbour after a summer day’s visit to that town across the lake.
Ode to Burlington
Of Burlington I fain would write,
And verses to its praise indite;
But then I feel such a theme,
With fruitless toil for me would teem.
For I’m, ‘tis clear, no practical bard,
And thus for me the task is hard;
But since ‘fain heart ne’er won the fair,’
I must set to and not despair.
Now Burlington’s so fair a place,
So rich indeed in natural grace,
That all must feel that here on earth
We have a gem of precious worth.
How many here the charms to ‘suage,
The cank’ring cares of ashen age!
How many here the blessings bright
That yield to youthful years’ delight?
What flow’ring fields! What pleasant dells !
What verdure clothes the lovely vales!
What beauty from the bright blue bells
That lend their charm to thy fair dells.
Thy tree-clad mills afford a sight
That fills man’s heart with pure delight;
For hills above and vales below
With countless charms are all aglow.
Thy lake is draped in richest blue,
Bright mirror of the skies’ soft hue;
How cool the breezes that o’er it plays
For those who flee the sun’s warm rays.
Yes, Burlington, in thee we find
The highest joys that charm the mind;
Thy dwellers round true friendship show,
Thy cups with kindness ever flow.
Farewell, choice spot, I cannot tell
How deep o’er me thou’st cast thy spell,
Feeling’s last rays must from me part,
Ere thy fond mem’ry leave my heart.