Fair land of peace! - to Britain's rule and throne Adherent still, yet happier than alone, And free as happy, and as brave as free, Proud are thy children - justly proud, of thee! ...
Come now, my Muse, do thou inspire my pen, To sing, with worthy strain, my country's praise, But not to hide the faults within my ken, By tricks of art, or studied, verbal maze,...
"Are hearts here strong enough to found A glorious people's sway?" Ask of our rivers as they bound From hill to plain, or ocean-sound, If they are strong to-day? If weakness in their floods be found,...
Some Homes are where flowers for ever blow, The sun shining hotly the whole year round; But our Home glistens with six months of snow, Where frost without wind heightens every sound....
There may be more enchanting climes Within a southern zone; There may be eastern Edens deckt With charms to thee unknown; But thou art fairest unto me, Because thou art mine own, Canada, my land....
Small Scotland nobly held its own Against the might of England's throne, And shall this land with its vast bounds Shrink with fear ere the trumpet sounds.
Le voyage exotique devient parfois fantistique... Se plonger dans les pages de "Sympathetic Magic", c' est partir pour un autre monde oil Paul Cameron Brown envoute par les mots et les images.
We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God; We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood: And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag...
Although I'm not unduly proud, Inordinately vain, But humble, as will be allowed, And modest in the main; I must confess to pride of birth, And all detractors warn To let alone one land on earth:...
Here industry is not in vain, For we have bounteous crops of grain, And you behold on every field Of grass and roots abundant yield, But after all the greatest charm Is the snug home upon the farm,...
We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr, Like modest worth meandering slow The quiet waters gently flow, Rose, thistle, shamrock, all combine, Around the maple leaf to twine,...
An English youth to Canada came, A labourer, John Roe by name, His little wealth had made him bold, Twenty sovereigns in gold; He was industrious and wise And e'en small sums did not despise,...
Burns sang of joys of Hallowe'en But in Canada is often seen By far more jolly times than these At logging raising, paring bees, For here the youth is not afraid To trip it with a pretty maid,...
There is a voice, not understood by all, Sent from these desert-caves. It is the roar Of the rent ice-cliff which the sunbeams call, Plunging into the vale - it is the blast...