A thousand feet we’ll raise the pile,
Yes, a thousand feet high and more,
Twelve hundred feet, a quarter mile,
Where never building reached before;
For it is our real intent,
To gage its height by measure true,
To finding of this continent,
In fourteen hundred ninety-two.
And in the top we’ll place a light,
One hundred thousand candle strong,
To guide the trav’ler in the night,
More than a hundred miles along;
And over all a flag will fly,
The largest, handsomest and best,
That ever charmed the human eye,
Or fired the love in loyal breast.
When independence day shall come,
In eighteen hundred ninety-two,
We’ll march to tune of fife and drum,
In every state the union thru,
And bless the land we love so dear,
United States of America,
Ten million voices then will cheer,
Hip, hip, hurrah! hurrah!! hurrah!!!
ODE TO ONTARIO.
Hail, Ontario, dear land of my birth,
Blessed Ontario, rich spot of earth;
Born upon the mountains,
I’ve played at thy fountains,
And drank from the sweet rills,
At the foot of thy hills.
Lovely Ontario, land of the free,
Happy Ontario, blessings on thee;
I have played with thy boys,
And partook of their joys,
Before school and after,
With shouts and with laughter.
Glorious Ontario, land of delight,
Peaceful Ontario, great is thy might;
I have loved thy sweet girls,
And have toyed with their curls,
Kissed the rose on their cheeks,
And then laughed at their freaks.
Gallant Ontario, land of glory,
Blooming Ontario, grand in story;
Thy ladies are truthful,
Lovely and beautiful,
Safe will the nation be,
While they have liberty.
Sparkling Ontario, land of brave acts,
Roaring Ontario, with cataracts;
Thy men are heroes born,
Brave both at night and morn,
Nobly they stand and fight,
For God, truth and the right.