Here Scotia finds her sweet blue bell,
Here Erin's shamrock blows; Whilst incense floats o'er hill and dell
From England's fragrant rose. Each country finds its own again
Tenfold, in this great world, Where Freedom's hand, from mount to main,
Her banner hath unfurled.
Fair Canada! all lands above
In power to conquer wrong; Thou yieldest love in turn for love,
Thy strength shall aye be strong. Oh beauteous, peerless, wide domains!
Oh ever teeming store! Though exiled myriads seek thy plains,
There's room for myriads more.
Now, where the Rocky summits rise,
At tender eve's decline, I watch the sun of cloudless skies
O'er many an acre shine. My heart's best treasures by my side,
The years may ebb and flow; Till I shall greet, 'yond storm and tide,
The loved of long ago.
THE QUEEN'S JUBILEE.
I.
Ring out, gay notes! through the brightening blue;
Peal forth o'er the shimmering wave; Re-echo in souls of the brave; Bestir the hearts of the loyal and true.
Waft the sweet strains from the dear Mother-land
To the dwellers by far off sea; Loud anthem the glad Jubilee From white-robed North unto burnished strand.
Anthem the years of the peaceful decades
When learning asserted its sway, And poortith revived in its ray; When science and art illumined our glades.
Broken that power which the conscience would bind,
Base umpire 'twixt God and the soul; No tyrant free speech doth control; Loosed are the fetters which burdened the mind.