The Ojibways from a distance
Marked the slaughter of their game,
And their untamed fiery spirits
With revenge were all aflame.
And Mitwaos, their brave leader,
Summoned his chiefs once more;
Their souls were fiercely chafing,
And their savage hearts were sore.
Marked the slaughter of their game,
And their untamed fiery spirits
With revenge were all aflame.
And Mitwaos, their brave leader,
Summoned his chiefs once more;
Their souls were fiercely chafing,
And their savage hearts were sore.
And as bursts a pent-up torrent
They pronounce for instant war
Not one dissenting chieftain
The unity to mar.
The runners go swiftly forward
The braves to summon now;
And there’s hurried preparation,
And sternness on each brow.
They pronounce for instant war
Not one dissenting chieftain
The unity to mar.
The runners go swiftly forward
The braves to summon now;
And there’s hurried preparation,
And sternness on each brow.
The young and fearless warriors
Meet in the cedar shade
The tender Indian maiden,
And farewells are quickly made.
And the stern, unbending chieftain
Clasps his true-hearted wife,
And kisses his dear papooses,
And girds him for the strife.
Meet in the cedar shade
The tender Indian maiden,
And farewells are quickly made.
And the stern, unbending chieftain
Clasps his true-hearted wife,
And kisses his dear papooses,
And girds him for the strife.
Their dauntless leader, Mitwaos,
Who to death will do his part,
Seeks his wife, the Singing Redbird,
And folds her to his heart.
Ah! those heathen souls are tender
For children, wife, or mother,
Their nation, and a father’s love,
For sister and for brother.
Who to death will do his part,
Seeks his wife, the Singing Redbird,
And folds her to his heart.
Ah! those heathen souls are tender
For children, wife, or mother,
Their nation, and a father’s love,
For sister and for brother.
To the south of the Indian Fields
Their rendezvous is made,
Where the vines and the cedars cluster,
And deeper glooms the shade.
Here gather fast the Ojibways,
Just at the twilight’s close,
To await the dawn’s pale glimmer
To fall upon their foes.
Their rendezvous is made,
Where the vines and the cedars cluster,
And deeper glooms the shade.
Here gather fast the Ojibways,
Just at the twilight’s close,
To await the dawn’s pale glimmer
To fall upon their foes.
Now all girted up with wampum,
With scalping-knife and spear,
With tomahawk, bow and arrows,
The foe they do not fear.
And each chief hath his allotment
Of braves to do his will;
And well they know how to attack
With cunning and with skill.
With scalping-knife and spear,
With tomahawk, bow and arrows,
The foe they do not fear.
And each chief hath his allotment
Of braves to do his will;
And well they know how to attack
With cunning and with skill.
Directed all by Mitwaos,
Whose plans are now complete,
Each one his post of duty knows,
And how the foe to meet.
Then at the lonesome midnight hour,
When the world ’s wrapped in sleep,
The Ojibways form for battle,
And on the foeman creep.
Whose plans are now complete,
Each one his post of duty knows,
And how the foe to meet.
Then at the lonesome midnight hour,
When the world ’s wrapped in sleep,
The Ojibways form for battle,
And on the foeman creep.
Proud Mitwaos in the centre,
The whole at his command;
Leaping Panther with the right wing,
Who like a rock will stand;
And Lone Wolf with the left wing,
The red men love him well,
And many an act of daring
His nation of him tell.
The whole at his command;
Leaping Panther with the right wing,
Who like a rock will stand;
And Lone Wolf with the left wing,
The red men love him well,
And many an act of daring
His nation of him tell.
The signal, an owl hoot, given,
And stealthily through the gloom
They move forward in position
To victory or their doom.
Aye, noiselessly gliding onward
Through darkness dense and still,
By the signal of the hooting owl
Or the cry of whippoorwill.
And stealthily through the gloom
They move forward in position
To victory or their doom.
Aye, noiselessly gliding onward
Through darkness dense and still,
By the signal of the hooting owl
Or the cry of whippoorwill.
CHAPTER V.
Thus gain they the dark hillocks
By the Carrying Place,
And like phantoms take position
The waiting foe to face.
Aye, waiting were the Voyageurs,
In silence, but prepared;
Not as Mitwaos expected,
To be surprised and snared.
By the Carrying Place,
And like phantoms take position
The waiting foe to face.
Aye, waiting were the Voyageurs,
In silence, but prepared;
Not as Mitwaos expected,
To be surprised and snared.
De Orville became suspicious
Of the distant, sullen mood
Of the Ojibways, and took counsel
And the usual course pursued;
Facing the impending danger,
Placed sentries on the rounds,
Alert to the slightest movement,
Awake to the faintest sounds.
Of the distant, sullen mood
Of the Ojibways, and took counsel
And the usual course pursued;
Facing the impending danger,
Placed sentries on the rounds,
Alert to the slightest movement,
Awake to the faintest sounds.
The fires were allowed to smoulder,
And, fearing no alarms,
Their appointments in good order,
In ranks they lay on their arms.
But Le Jeune, whose tour of duty
Was at the midnight drear,
Was disturbed by sounds peculiar
That fell weirdly on the ear.
And, fearing no alarms,
Their appointments in good order,
In ranks they lay on their arms.
But Le Jeune, whose tour of duty
Was at the midnight drear,
Was disturbed by sounds peculiar
That fell weirdly on the ear.
The hoot of the owl repeated,
The cry of whippoorwill,
Nearer, and ever nearer,
Through darkness dense and still.
Then swiftly rousing de Orville,
They learn the foe is nigh,
And quietly rouse the voyageurs,
Prepared to win or die.
The cry of whippoorwill,
Nearer, and ever nearer,
Through darkness dense and still.
Then swiftly rousing de Orville,
They learn the foe is nigh,
And quietly rouse the voyageurs,
Prepared to win or die.
So coolly they wait the onset,
And just at the dawn’s pale light
Comes a flight of hissing arrows,
And on the fading night
Bursts a yell all fierce and hideous,
As, opening the affray,
By a wild rush to overwhelm
They hope to win the day.
And just at the dawn’s pale light
Comes a flight of hissing arrows,
And on the fading night
Bursts a yell all fierce and hideous,
As, opening the affray,
By a wild rush to overwhelm
They hope to win the day.
But bursts the crash of arquebuse
And roar of musketoon,
And the fatal stroke of halberd,
And swords that deal death’s doom.
And the Ojibways reel backward
With many a brave laid low,
Close beside the silver waters,
With their gentle ebb and flow.
And roar of musketoon,
And the fatal stroke of halberd,
And swords that deal death’s doom.
And the Ojibways reel backward
With many a brave laid low,
Close beside the silver waters,
With their gentle ebb and flow.
But the Ojibways, though repellèd,
Are firm and undismayed;
And fiercely they rush down again
From the dense cedar shade.
Preceded by a hail of arrows,
With tomahawk, spear, and knife,
They spring to deadly encounter,
Hand to hand, and life for life!
Are firm and undismayed;
And fiercely they rush down again
From the dense cedar shade.
Preceded by a hail of arrows,
With tomahawk, spear, and knife,
They spring to deadly encounter,
Hand to hand, and life for life!
But again out-crash the arquebuse,
And roar the musketoons;
Delivered is the scathing fire
By sections and platoons.
The brave Ojibways are falling fast,
But they fiercely press the foe,
And shouts and cries are ringing
As they stagger to and fro.
And roar the musketoons;
Delivered is the scathing fire
By sections and platoons.
The brave Ojibways are falling fast,
But they fiercely press the foe,
And shouts and cries are ringing
As they stagger to and fro.
And stern Mitwaos, unflinching,
A lofty soul so brave,
Calmly and proudly directing,
Death-dealing strokes he gave.
And on the right, Leaping Panther,
Gallantly leading the way,
By example to his warriors
Must surely win the day.
A lofty soul so brave,
Calmly and proudly directing,
Death-dealing strokes he gave.
And on the right, Leaping Panther,
Gallantly leading the way,
By example to his warriors
Must surely win the day.
Lone Wolf on the left is foremost,
An avalanche in the storm
Of battle, sternly raging there
On that September morn!
Again they are driven backward,
With ranks bloody and torn;
But they rally, and charge again,
Though of many red braves shorn.
An avalanche in the storm
Of battle, sternly raging there
On that September morn!
Again they are driven backward,
With ranks bloody and torn;
But they rally, and charge again,
Though of many red braves shorn.
Once more for their homes and nation—
They’ll leap on the foe once more,
And wrest from him the victory,
Or die by Pelee’s shore.
Again rose their shout of defiance,
Their bosoms were aflame;
And those fearless, dusky heroes
Rushed to the carnage again.
They’ll leap on the foe once more,
And wrest from him the victory,
Or die by Pelee’s shore.
Again rose their shout of defiance,
Their bosoms were aflame;
And those fearless, dusky heroes
Rushed to the carnage again.
De Orville had not been idle,
But detached the brave Le Jeune
To turn their flank by the marshlands,
And, in the onset, soon
To fall on the rear of Mitwaos
With the deadly musketoons—
Two score of valiant Frenchmen,
With volleys by platoons.
But detached the brave Le Jeune
To turn their flank by the marshlands,
And, in the onset, soon
To fall on the rear of Mitwaos
With the deadly musketoons—
Two score of valiant Frenchmen,
With volleys by platoons.
The shouts of the enraged combatants,
As on each other they fell,
And the roar of the musketoons
Seemed as a blast from hell!
The air was hissing with arrows,
As they closed in the strife;
Spear, tomahawk, knife, and warclub
Drank many a Frenchman’s life.
As on each other they fell,
And the roar of the musketoons
Seemed as a blast from hell!
The air was hissing with arrows,
As they closed in the strife;
Spear, tomahawk, knife, and warclub
Drank many a Frenchman’s life.
But the lance, the sword, and halberd
Do well their deadly work;
Not once do those gallant Frenchmen
The fiery ordeal shirk.
Ha! see, where the fight grows deadly,
Meet de Orville and Mitwaos—
Proudly seeking each other,
Their deadly weapons cross.
Do well their deadly work;
Not once do those gallant Frenchmen
The fiery ordeal shirk.
Ha! see, where the fight grows deadly,
Meet de Orville and Mitwaos—
Proudly seeking each other,
Their deadly weapons cross.
And as the red lightning’s flash
They come to the fierce assault,
And mighty blows fall fast like hail;
They spring like panthers, and vault,
To thrust, to guard, and to ward
The crushing blow of the brands,
Followed swift by skilful strokes
Delivered by master hands.
They come to the fierce assault,
And mighty blows fall fast like hail;
They spring like panthers, and vault,
To thrust, to guard, and to ward
The crushing blow of the brands,
Followed swift by skilful strokes
Delivered by master hands.
De Orville is cool and collected,
With sinews strong as steel;
Mitwaos he hath sorely wounded—
Ah! see the totter and reel
Of the unyielding chieftain,
Who sinks, aye, sinks and dies!
And the Ojibways’ hearts are broken;
List to their mournful cries!
With sinews strong as steel;
Mitwaos he hath sorely wounded—
Ah! see the totter and reel
Of the unyielding chieftain,
Who sinks, aye, sinks and dies!
And the Ojibways’ hearts are broken;
List to their mournful cries!
Just then from the south came crashing
The fire of brave Le Jeune;
And the red men fell thick and fast
To the roar of musketoon.
Assailed from the front and the rear,
And their brave chieftain dead,
A panic seized upon them,
And they turned by the shore and fled!
The fire of brave Le Jeune;
And the red men fell thick and fast
To the roar of musketoon.
Assailed from the front and the rear,
And their brave chieftain dead,
A panic seized upon them,
And they turned by the shore and fled!
Fled southward, beyond the hillocks,
Leaving their wounded and slain—
Never again to know freedom,
But degradation and pain!
There was mourning in the wigwams
For the braves that came no more—
Gone to be with Manitou—
And the nation’s heart is sore.
Leaving their wounded and slain—
Never again to know freedom,
But degradation and pain!
There was mourning in the wigwams
For the braves that came no more—
Gone to be with Manitou—
And the nation’s heart is sore.
And many an Indian maiden
Pined in the cedar shade,
And the tender Singing Redbird
Soon in her grave was laid;
And many an Indian mother,
Once joyous as the day,
Mourned for her sons death-silenced,
And forever hid away.
Pined in the cedar shade,
And the tender Singing Redbird
Soon in her grave was laid;
And many an Indian mother,
Once joyous as the day,
Mourned for her sons death-silenced,
And forever hid away.
And the old men sit in silence
Beside the sobbing shore;
Hushed is the song and laughter,
It resoundeth nevermore
Through cedar and pine glades ever
Rustling to and fro,
Just as the winds caressed them
Three hundred years ago!
Beside the sobbing shore;
Hushed is the song and laughter,
It resoundeth nevermore
Through cedar and pine glades ever
Rustling to and fro,
Just as the winds caressed them
Three hundred years ago!
CHAPTER VI.
The stern victors, too, are mourning
Over their dauntless slain;
Full twoscore of death-stilled heroes,
Relieved of life’s care and pain,
After the battle was over,
Lone Wolf and good Pontgravé
Were found in the grasp of each other,
And were laid in one grave away.
Over their dauntless slain;
Full twoscore of death-stilled heroes,
Relieved of life’s care and pain,
After the battle was over,
Lone Wolf and good Pontgravé
Were found in the grasp of each other,
And were laid in one grave away.
Then in the cut through the Narrows
The slain were buried deep,
And a requiem mass sung o’er them,
And forever there they sleep.
The Frenchmen then turned eastward,
Over the wide lagoon,
By the domes of busy muskrat
And affrighted mallard and loon,
The slain were buried deep,
And a requiem mass sung o’er them,
And forever there they sleep.
The Frenchmen then turned eastward,
Over the wide lagoon,
By the domes of busy muskrat
And affrighted mallard and loon,
And disappeared in the distance,
By the eastern shore afar;
While a truce for a space is given
To exterminating war.
But a hundred years of despoiling
Ruined the Ojibways,
And dwindled away the nation,
And miserable grew their days.
By the eastern shore afar;
While a truce for a space is given
To exterminating war.
But a hundred years of despoiling
Ruined the Ojibways,
And dwindled away the nation,
And miserable grew their days.
Their rights were all unregarded
When the dominant white man came;
Then the red man grew degenerate,
And his sun went down in shame.
To-day by the Narrows dreaming,
No vestige or relic we trace
Of the once proud Indian nation,
Save their bones at the Carrying Place.[A]
When the dominant white man came;
Then the red man grew degenerate,
And his sun went down in shame.
To-day by the Narrows dreaming,
No vestige or relic we trace
Of the once proud Indian nation,
Save their bones at the Carrying Place.[A]
Uncovered by the storms of centuries,
That drift the sands away,
White and ghastly they are mouldering
Remorselessly to decay.
But beyond the northern marshlands,
In regions far away,
Wander two quaint, lonely relics,
Poor Joe and Bill Chippewa.
That drift the sands away,
White and ghastly they are mouldering
Remorselessly to decay.
But beyond the northern marshlands,
In regions far away,
Wander two quaint, lonely relics,
Poor Joe and Bill Chippewa.
To-day, where the south winds murmur
By Pelee’s lovely shores,
I pause in sad meditation,
And the mind in fancy soars
Backward through time’s dim corridors;
Dreamily thoughts will flow
To the palmy days of the Ojibways
Three hundred years ago.
By Pelee’s lovely shores,
I pause in sad meditation,
And the mind in fancy soars
Backward through time’s dim corridors;
Dreamily thoughts will flow
To the palmy days of the Ojibways
Three hundred years ago.
[A] Indian tradition goes to show that a fierce battle occurred at the Carrying Place between the Ojibways and Voyageurs. Proof of this seems to be furnished in the fact that the “cut” there is full of human bones.
WRECKED.
All along the sea-lines dreary,
Dark and threatening the storm arose;
And shadows appalling crept o’er us,
Disturbed was the ocean’s repose!
And madly it leaped upon us,
Engulfed in a deadly gloom,
As the sea’s tumultuous fury
Hurled our ship on to certain doom!
Dark and threatening the storm arose;
And shadows appalling crept o’er us,
Disturbed was the ocean’s repose!
And madly it leaped upon us,
Engulfed in a deadly gloom,
As the sea’s tumultuous fury
Hurled our ship on to certain doom!
Wrecked on the vastness of ocean,
Cast up on an isle remote,
Storm-worn by the roll of centuries,
By the billows savagely smote—
An interminable expansion
Of stern dreariness all around,
Indescribable desolation,
And a weird solitude profound!
Cast up on an isle remote,
Storm-worn by the roll of centuries,
By the billows savagely smote—
An interminable expansion
Of stern dreariness all around,
Indescribable desolation,
And a weird solitude profound!
And this forever before me,
Wearing my spirit away;
God’s hand seems heavy upon me,
And I’m very weary to-day.
And ever a fair face haunts me,
White hands that put coldly away—
Are ye beckoning over the ocean?
Is regret in thy bosom to-day?
Wearing my spirit away;
God’s hand seems heavy upon me,
And I’m very weary to-day.
And ever a fair face haunts me,
White hands that put coldly away—
Are ye beckoning over the ocean?
Is regret in thy bosom to-day?
And through the weirdness of night-time
I hear the moaning, incessant roar
Of the waves, that ever repeateth,
Sobbingly, “Lanore, nevermore!”
Thus through my feverish dreaming
It evermore seemeth to me
That her name forever is murmured
By the lonesome voice of the sea.
I hear the moaning, incessant roar
Of the waves, that ever repeateth,
Sobbingly, “Lanore, nevermore!”
Thus through my feverish dreaming
It evermore seemeth to me
That her name forever is murmured
By the lonesome voice of the sea.
And thus I’m wearily waiting
The rescue, that never comes,
Alone on this desolate islet
The mariner distantly shuns;
Straining my worn eyes out ever
O’er the dreary wastes of the sea;
But no ship—no ship e’er cometh,
And pleading hope dieth in me.
The rescue, that never comes,
Alone on this desolate islet
The mariner distantly shuns;
Straining my worn eyes out ever
O’er the dreary wastes of the sea;
But no ship—no ship e’er cometh,
And pleading hope dieth in me.
Aye, nothing but sky and ocean,
Encircling me everywhere,
And the boom and swash of the billows,
And the sun’s incessant glare!
This only by day and by day,
This for the years on years,
Alone, in the wilds of the ocean,
Worn out with despair and tears.
Encircling me everywhere,
And the boom and swash of the billows,
And the sun’s incessant glare!
This only by day and by day,
This for the years on years,
Alone, in the wilds of the ocean,
Worn out with despair and tears.
THE BATTLE OF CHRYSLER’S FARM.
Fought November 11th, 1813. American Force, 2,000; British and Canadians, 800.
With his right resting on the St. Lawrence,
His left by a sheltering wood,
Morrison deployed his eight hundred
And in the clear field firmly stood;
Eight hundred firm British and Canadians,
Determinedly biding there,
With the Red Cross Banner above them,
Flaunting proudly in the crisp, cool air.
His left by a sheltering wood,
Morrison deployed his eight hundred
And in the clear field firmly stood;
Eight hundred firm British and Canadians,
Determinedly biding there,
With the Red Cross Banner above them,
Flaunting proudly in the crisp, cool air.
Well they knew that Boyd was advancing
With two thousand to crush their line;
But they stood like a wall, and as silent,
In that trying, momentous time.
Aye, for the moment before the battle
Far more dreadfully tries men’s souls
Than when thousands are falling about them,
And its madd’ning din round them rolls!
With two thousand to crush their line;
But they stood like a wall, and as silent,
In that trying, momentous time.
Aye, for the moment before the battle
Far more dreadfully tries men’s souls
Than when thousands are falling about them,
And its madd’ning din round them rolls!
Then, too, it was an event momentous
For this fair Canada of ours—
So much on the stern issue depended,
So much on two desperate hours.
Nigh and nigher, wilder and higher,
To blaring trump and rolling drum,
Covering their front with a skirmish line,
On in war’s wild clamor they come!
For this fair Canada of ours—
So much on the stern issue depended,
So much on two desperate hours.
Nigh and nigher, wilder and higher,
To blaring trump and rolling drum,
Covering their front with a skirmish line,
On in war’s wild clamor they come!
“Fire not a shot till the word is given!
Let the proud foe draw very near;
Then, like an avalanche, sweep their blue ranks—
Remain steady, and have no fear!”
Thus Morrison cried to his thin red line,
Silently awaiting the word;
Though the foe had opened with clamorous roar,
Not a man in that firm line stirred.
Let the proud foe draw very near;
Then, like an avalanche, sweep their blue ranks—
Remain steady, and have no fear!”
Thus Morrison cried to his thin red line,
Silently awaiting the word;
Though the foe had opened with clamorous roar,
Not a man in that firm line stirred.
At last the British the signal receive,
And a mighty blow is given;
A devastating rush of iron hail
Through the foeman’s ranks is driven.
And, oh! how that red line volleyed and flamed
Cool and steady, they fired low,
And crash after crash, in tumultuous din,
Fell on the suffering foe!
And a mighty blow is given;
A devastating rush of iron hail
Through the foeman’s ranks is driven.
And, oh! how that red line volleyed and flamed
Cool and steady, they fired low,
And crash after crash, in tumultuous din,
Fell on the suffering foe!
And for two consuming and fatal hours,
They struggled ’mid smoke and flame,
Till the earth was strewn with the gallant dead,
Where Boyd hurled his thousands in vain.
Then ruined and beaten, and punished sore,
He fled from defeat away;
Victory perched on our banners once more
On that ever-remembered day.
They struggled ’mid smoke and flame,
Till the earth was strewn with the gallant dead,
Where Boyd hurled his thousands in vain.
Then ruined and beaten, and punished sore,
He fled from defeat away;
Victory perched on our banners once more
On that ever-remembered day.
Canadian and British valor prevailed,
And down through the annals of time
Their heroic deeds we commemorate,
In hist’ry as jewels to shine.
O sunny land of the dear Maple Leaf,
In union abiding and free
Under the Old Flag of a thousand years,
Floating o’er us from sea to sea!
And down through the annals of time
Their heroic deeds we commemorate,
In hist’ry as jewels to shine.
O sunny land of the dear Maple Leaf,
In union abiding and free
Under the Old Flag of a thousand years,
Floating o’er us from sea to sea!
SUMMER TWILIGHT.
I sit at the dear twilight hour
Where the lilies and roses sleep,
And the thoughts that come unto me
Are oh! so calm and so sweet.
I list the sound of a footfall
I know will come unto me
At the golden glow of sunset,
When shadows steal o’er the sea,
Where the lilies and roses sleep,
And the thoughts that come unto me
Are oh! so calm and so sweet.
I list the sound of a footfall
I know will come unto me
At the golden glow of sunset,
When shadows steal o’er the sea,
All restful and soul refreshing
As dew to the drooping flower,
Inwardly invigorating,
Imparting new life and power.
And thus, removed from the turmoil
Of day, with its din and strife,
I listen in calm contentment
To the hum of insect life.
As dew to the drooping flower,
Inwardly invigorating,
Imparting new life and power.
And thus, removed from the turmoil
Of day, with its din and strife,
I listen in calm contentment
To the hum of insect life.
The songs I hear in the branches,
Just stirred by the wandering breeze,
A concert of matchless music,
Fill my heart with gladsome ease.
The silvery, mystic moonlight
Enfoldeth the earth and the sea,
And the summer night is throbbing
In nature’s full harmony.
Just stirred by the wandering breeze,
A concert of matchless music,
Fill my heart with gladsome ease.
The silvery, mystic moonlight
Enfoldeth the earth and the sea,
And the summer night is throbbing
In nature’s full harmony.
O sun, and sea, and shadow!
O eve with thy dreamy light!
I revel amid thy splendor,
Enrapt in a subtle delight!
Aleene! I await thy coming,
And the clasp of thy gentle hand,
To wander in blissful dreaming
Near heaven’s own borderland!
O eve with thy dreamy light!
I revel amid thy splendor,
Enrapt in a subtle delight!
Aleene! I await thy coming,
And the clasp of thy gentle hand,
To wander in blissful dreaming
Near heaven’s own borderland!
CANADIAN HOMES.
Canadian homes! Canadian homes!
Ye dot this wide Dominion o’er,
From the Atlantic’s ebb and flow
To the far, far Pacific’s shore!
Nestling by a thousand streams,
Crowning a thousand lofty hills,
A thousand valleys own thy sway,
The patriot e’er with rapture thrills.
Ye dot this wide Dominion o’er,
From the Atlantic’s ebb and flow
To the far, far Pacific’s shore!
Nestling by a thousand streams,
Crowning a thousand lofty hills,
A thousand valleys own thy sway,
The patriot e’er with rapture thrills.
A hundred rivers wend their way
By fertile plains toward the sea,
Bearing rich products of the soil
In undisturbed security;
And the great chain of inland seas,
Teeming with commerce and with trade—
The land is proud of her true sons,
And the real progress they have made.
By fertile plains toward the sea,
Bearing rich products of the soil
In undisturbed security;
And the great chain of inland seas,
Teeming with commerce and with trade—
The land is proud of her true sons,
And the real progress they have made.
Thy mountains tower to the skies,
And free, wild winds roam o’er thy plains;
And he who seeks this great, broad land
His freedom and a good home gains.
Thy mountain sides and wide foothills
Yield up rich ores of every name;
Exhaustless is thy hidden store,
Millions of wealth the seekers gain.
And free, wild winds roam o’er thy plains;
And he who seeks this great, broad land
His freedom and a good home gains.
Thy mountain sides and wide foothills
Yield up rich ores of every name;
Exhaustless is thy hidden store,
Millions of wealth the seekers gain.
The matchless fisheries on our coasts,
Our seas and rivers, lakes and streams,
Assure to all a rich reward—
They so plenteously do teem.
Our railroads span the continent,
A vast expanse from shore to shore;
From north to south, from east to west,
They stretch this grand Dominion o’er.
Our seas and rivers, lakes and streams,
Assure to all a rich reward—
They so plenteously do teem.
Our railroads span the continent,
A vast expanse from shore to shore;
From north to south, from east to west,
They stretch this grand Dominion o’er.
A system of canals have we
Unequalled—search the world so wide—
Connecting all our waterways
By lake and stream to ocean’s side.
They come and go, the white-winged ships,
Bearing rich burdens to and fro;
We have enough, aye and to spare;
Our hearts with gratitude do glow.
Unequalled—search the world so wide—
Connecting all our waterways
By lake and stream to ocean’s side.
They come and go, the white-winged ships,
Bearing rich burdens to and fro;
We have enough, aye and to spare;
Our hearts with gratitude do glow.
Our kine are on a thousand hills;
Our wheat and corn lands, rich and rare,
Yield golden grain abundantly;
With the whole world do we compare.
The luscious grape here is produced,
The vines are purple with its glow;
The apple, peach, and pear, and plum,
In plenty and perfection grow.
Our wheat and corn lands, rich and rare,
Yield golden grain abundantly;
With the whole world do we compare.
The luscious grape here is produced,
The vines are purple with its glow;
The apple, peach, and pear, and plum,
In plenty and perfection grow.
Invigorating our atmosphere—
With skies of the intensest blue—
Producing an indomitable race,
With brave, true hearts to dare and do.
Here woman is as beautiful
As e’er this great wide world hath seen,
And in her dear Canadian home
She reigns an honored queen.
With skies of the intensest blue—
Producing an indomitable race,
With brave, true hearts to dare and do.
Here woman is as beautiful
As e’er this great wide world hath seen,
And in her dear Canadian home
She reigns an honored queen.
Our famous schools dot o’er the land,
Free as the winds that roam our plains,
And ignorance doth flee away;
Happily, intelligence reigns.
Noble colleges and institutes
Throughout this goodly land abound;
Within the easy reach of all
Is education to be found.
Free as the winds that roam our plains,
And ignorance doth flee away;
Happily, intelligence reigns.
Noble colleges and institutes
Throughout this goodly land abound;
Within the easy reach of all
Is education to be found.
Thus blest, the Canadian lifts his head,
And all things dares in manly pride,
For man to man, the wide world o’er,
He’s equal, proved and tried.
Remember it, doubting cynic,
History proves his sterling worth,
And in arms he is co-equal
With the bravest ones of earth.
And all things dares in manly pride,
For man to man, the wide world o’er,
He’s equal, proved and tried.
Remember it, doubting cynic,
History proves his sterling worth,
And in arms he is co-equal
With the bravest ones of earth.
And in the world’s wide, busy marts,
In science, trade, and cultured art,
In the front rank he e’er is found,
Bearing no menial second part.
Contending with the bravest there,
He holds the fierce, disputed way—
Persistence and efficiency
Are sure to win the sternest day.
In science, trade, and cultured art,
In the front rank he e’er is found,
Bearing no menial second part.
Contending with the bravest there,
He holds the fierce, disputed way—
Persistence and efficiency
Are sure to win the sternest day.
Religious tolerance have we,
A people chaste by Christian love;
Thousands of church-spires point the way
To the celestial courts above.
Thus blest, we dwell in freedom’s light,
Defenders of our country’s cause,
Loving our dear Canadian homes,
Respecting and keeping her laws.
A people chaste by Christian love;
Thousands of church-spires point the way
To the celestial courts above.
Thus blest, we dwell in freedom’s light,
Defenders of our country’s cause,
Loving our dear Canadian homes,
Respecting and keeping her laws.
These free and fair Canadian homes
Acadia’s vales do beautify;
Her cities gleam like diadems,
Her towers mount upward to the sky.
And where New Brunswick lifts her head
In vigorous, friendly rivalry,
They shine like jewels in a crown,
An anchor to our unity.
Acadia’s vales do beautify;
Her cities gleam like diadems,
Her towers mount upward to the sky.
And where New Brunswick lifts her head
In vigorous, friendly rivalry,
They shine like jewels in a crown,
An anchor to our unity.
Prince Edward’s Island by the sea
Is safely, sternly girded round,
Taught by all nature to be free;
Influenced by her voice profound
They build, secure in freedom’s light,
A fabric safe, enduring, grand,
Proud of their dear island home,
And of this fair Dominion land.
Is safely, sternly girded round,
Taught by all nature to be free;
Influenced by her voice profound
They build, secure in freedom’s light,
A fabric safe, enduring, grand,
Proud of their dear island home,
And of this fair Dominion land.
Our provinces beside the sea
Send out their ships to every land;
Alert to every enterprise,
The world’s esteem they do command.
Aye, they are known on every sea;
In every clime, and isle remote,
The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear,
Protectingly o’er them doth float.
Send out their ships to every land;
Alert to every enterprise,
The world’s esteem they do command.
Aye, they are known on every sea;
In every clime, and isle remote,
The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear,
Protectingly o’er them doth float.
Quebec! Quebec! thou dowered queen
Of beauty! for thee nature smiles;
A vista wide of hill and vale,
A river with a thousand isles,
Above whose calm, majestic breast
Frowns an impregnable citadel,
A safeguard to our entrance-gate,
Where Wolfe and Montcalm fearless fell.
Of beauty! for thee nature smiles;
A vista wide of hill and vale,
A river with a thousand isles,
Above whose calm, majestic breast
Frowns an impregnable citadel,
A safeguard to our entrance-gate,
Where Wolfe and Montcalm fearless fell.
Historic and heroic days
Those stern defiant cliffs have known,
The thunder of the battle strife,
Wild cheer, defeat, and dying moan.
Beautiful and historic stream,
Flow on, flow on, toward the sea—
The outlet to our wide domain—
Flow on in calm tranquillity!
Those stern defiant cliffs have known,
The thunder of the battle strife,
Wild cheer, defeat, and dying moan.
Beautiful and historic stream,
Flow on, flow on, toward the sea—
The outlet to our wide domain—
Flow on in calm tranquillity!
Heroes of old ascended thee,
Brave men that would not be denied;
They pierced the wilds beyond the flood,
And death and danger they defied.
From Saguenay to Ottawa,
Across the blue Laurentian hills,
Are homes of the French habitant,
And love for thee his warm heart thrills.
Brave men that would not be denied;
They pierced the wilds beyond the flood,
And death and danger they defied.
From Saguenay to Ottawa,
Across the blue Laurentian hills,
Are homes of the French habitant,
And love for thee his warm heart thrills.
With habits all so queer and quaint,
Their social life we plainly trace;
E’er faithful to their usages,
A happy and contented race.
And they have stood by Britain’s side
When war was rife on every hand—
De Salaberry at Chateauguay
Dealt a good blow for this fair land.
Their social life we plainly trace;
E’er faithful to their usages,
A happy and contented race.
And they have stood by Britain’s side
When war was rife on every hand—
De Salaberry at Chateauguay
Dealt a good blow for this fair land.
Ontario speaketh to our heart—
More blest, and more diversified
Are the rich blessings of her soil—
We greet her e’er with love and pride.
Numerous cities dot her o’er,
Hamlets and town by hundreds rise,
A vigorous and enduring growth,
Throbbing with trade and enterprise.
More blest, and more diversified
Are the rich blessings of her soil—
We greet her e’er with love and pride.
Numerous cities dot her o’er,
Hamlets and town by hundreds rise,
A vigorous and enduring growth,
Throbbing with trade and enterprise.
Pastoral scenes so fair and sweet
Meet the glad, enraptured gaze;
By verdured hill and lovely vale,
And a thousand broad highways,
By lake and stream and riverside,
The children’s laugh and mothers’ song
Float out along the summer air,—
A busy, bright, and happy throng.
Meet the glad, enraptured gaze;
By verdured hill and lovely vale,
And a thousand broad highways,
By lake and stream and riverside,
The children’s laugh and mothers’ song
Float out along the summer air,—
A busy, bright, and happy throng.
O happy homes and loving hearts,
By rural scenes, or city’s ways!
Pinched not by poverty and wrong,
Blest in the fulness of your days!
The busy days pass swiftly by,
The evening brings good cheer along;
Canadian homes are bright and gay,
And purified by love and song.
By rural scenes, or city’s ways!
Pinched not by poverty and wrong,
Blest in the fulness of your days!
The busy days pass swiftly by,
The evening brings good cheer along;
Canadian homes are bright and gay,
And purified by love and song.
Manitoba bursts on our view,
The prairies stretching far away,
Where thousands make their happy homes,
Blessing the auspicious day
They sought and found this “great lone land.”
And still they come from every shore,
Seeking out free Canadian homes,—
And there is room for millions more.
The prairies stretching far away,
Where thousands make their happy homes,
Blessing the auspicious day
They sought and found this “great lone land.”
And still they come from every shore,
Seeking out free Canadian homes,—
And there is room for millions more.
Here towns are rising everywhere,
A vigorous growth on every hand;
Industry’s ceaseless, cheerful din
Is heard throughout this goodly land.
Then, Manitobans, thrice three cheers
Ring out! ring out, in swelling tones,
A shout for this Dominion wide,
And for these new Canadian homes!
A vigorous growth on every hand;
Industry’s ceaseless, cheerful din
Is heard throughout this goodly land.
Then, Manitobans, thrice three cheers
Ring out! ring out, in swelling tones,
A shout for this Dominion wide,
And for these new Canadian homes!
The prairie province opes the way
To these far vast and fertile plains;
The wheatlands of the world lie here—
This Canada to all proclaims.
And on and on we wend our way,
O’er areas vast our steps are drawn;
We flit by hill and lake and stream,
Beyond the great Saskatchewan.
To these far vast and fertile plains;
The wheatlands of the world lie here—
This Canada to all proclaims.
And on and on we wend our way,
O’er areas vast our steps are drawn;
We flit by hill and lake and stream,
Beyond the great Saskatchewan.
We gain Alberta’s grazing lands,
Lovely with vales and streams and hills—
And countless kine are herded here.
Stretching away to the foothills
Are undulations, emerald sweeps
Of sunny plains in beauty drest,
With mountains towering to view—
This is Canada’s “great wild west.”
Lovely with vales and streams and hills—
And countless kine are herded here.
Stretching away to the foothills
Are undulations, emerald sweeps
Of sunny plains in beauty drest,
With mountains towering to view—
This is Canada’s “great wild west.”
We pierce the Rockies in our flight;
The steely way is swift and sure,
Our land’s necessity and pride,
Long as our union shall endure.
But on and on we safely glide,
By mountains vast and stern and hoary;
Our pen but faintly can portray
The scenes of panoramic glory.
The steely way is swift and sure,
Our land’s necessity and pride,
Long as our union shall endure.
But on and on we safely glide,
By mountains vast and stern and hoary;
Our pen but faintly can portray
The scenes of panoramic glory.
Here lovely valleys meet the eye,
All rife with summer’s winsome gladness;
The summits of those gray cold peaks
Are wrapt in winter’s sternest sadness,
Defying the elements’ rage
Through mystic and untold ages.
God’s hand hath builded them in might
To commemorate His pages.
All rife with summer’s winsome gladness;
The summits of those gray cold peaks
Are wrapt in winter’s sternest sadness,
Defying the elements’ rage
Through mystic and untold ages.
God’s hand hath builded them in might
To commemorate His pages.
Below is verdant leaf and flower,
Flora and fauna everywhere;
The peaks are wrapt in perpetual snow
And lit by the sun’s fierce glare.
Below is the sigh of soft winds
And the ripple of cooling streams;
Aloft is the bitterest air,
Where the frost eternally gleams.
Flora and fauna everywhere;
The peaks are wrapt in perpetual snow
And lit by the sun’s fierce glare.
Below is the sigh of soft winds
And the ripple of cooling streams;
Aloft is the bitterest air,
Where the frost eternally gleams.
The sides of the mountains ever
Are great waves of emerald green;
While the streams, from summits falling
White as snow, are foaming between;
The cedar and pine trees ever
Tossing aloft their fronded plumes,
Where the winds forever whisper
Nature’s subtle and mournful runes.
Are great waves of emerald green;
While the streams, from summits falling
White as snow, are foaming between;
The cedar and pine trees ever
Tossing aloft their fronded plumes,
Where the winds forever whisper
Nature’s subtle and mournful runes.
And through and beyond the Selkirks,
Down the Fraser we calmly glide—
All hail, fair British Columbia,
Thou rich gem by the ocean’s side!
Lovely land of mountain and stream,
We greet thee with bosom aflame;
A crown of laurel awaits thee,
We sing of thy greatness and fame.
Down the Fraser we calmly glide—
All hail, fair British Columbia,
Thou rich gem by the ocean’s side!
Lovely land of mountain and stream,
We greet thee with bosom aflame;
A crown of laurel awaits thee,
We sing of thy greatness and fame.
The fleets of the world come to thee;
Thy cities are growing apace;
Thou art vigorously gaining,
And everywhere we may trace
Prosperity and refinement
In those far west Canadian homes;
The field and the mine contribute,
And we hail thee in heartiest tones.
Thy cities are growing apace;
Thou art vigorously gaining,
And everywhere we may trace
Prosperity and refinement
In those far west Canadian homes;
The field and the mine contribute,
And we hail thee in heartiest tones.
Out o’er a measure of ocean,
Of ripple and bright sunny smile,
The sea accords us a welcome
To Vancouver’s fair sea-girt isle—
Last link in the chain of our union,
A bright gem in the Western sea,
Imbued with loyal devotion,
Prosperous and happy and free.
Of ripple and bright sunny smile,
The sea accords us a welcome
To Vancouver’s fair sea-girt isle—
Last link in the chain of our union,
A bright gem in the Western sea,
Imbued with loyal devotion,
Prosperous and happy and free.
We breathe the ozone of ocean,
Where our mammoth ships sail away
To the land of the Celestials,
And the Japs, at the break of day.
And southward unto Australia,
And the distant isles of the sea,
Our commerce is fast extending,
Reaching out vigorously.
Where our mammoth ships sail away
To the land of the Celestials,
And the Japs, at the break of day.
And southward unto Australia,
And the distant isles of the sea,
Our commerce is fast extending,
Reaching out vigorously.
Northward, by Behring and Polar seas,
E’er fearlessly our good ships go,
Undeterred by storms of the deep,
Or perpetual frost and snow;
Seeking and finding seal and whale,
Faithful hearts that know no fear,
Venturing all in the enterprise
For their home and loved ones dear.
E’er fearlessly our good ships go,
Undeterred by storms of the deep,
Or perpetual frost and snow;
Seeking and finding seal and whale,
Faithful hearts that know no fear,
Venturing all in the enterprise
For their home and loved ones dear.
Returning by our “golden north,”
Penetrating the Arctic zone,
Bordering on the frozen deep,
All so desolate and so lone;
Flitting by Great Slave and Bear Lakes,
“The fur country,” winning our way
By Rupert’s Land, lonesome and strange,
Leading downward by Hudson Bay.
Penetrating the Arctic zone,
Bordering on the frozen deep,
All so desolate and so lone;
Flitting by Great Slave and Bear Lakes,
“The fur country,” winning our way
By Rupert’s Land, lonesome and strange,
Leading downward by Hudson Bay.
Gaining the stormy Atlantic,
And wafted, by headland and shore,
Past the homes of our brave fishers
On e’er desolate Labrador,
Thus we have circled the Dominion,
A vast and wonderful domain;
Exhaustless in her resources,
The world shall yet ring with her fame.
And wafted, by headland and shore,
Past the homes of our brave fishers
On e’er desolate Labrador,
Thus we have circled the Dominion,
A vast and wonderful domain;
Exhaustless in her resources,
The world shall yet ring with her fame.
Then up in your might, Canadians!
No matter what your creed may be,
And stand for country and the right,
E’er steadfast in our unity.
The half a continent is ours,
Then let our hearts be all aflame;
The field ’s sufficient for us all,
Where all may win both wealth and fame.
No matter what your creed may be,
And stand for country and the right,
E’er steadfast in our unity.
The half a continent is ours,
Then let our hearts be all aflame;
The field ’s sufficient for us all,
Where all may win both wealth and fame.
We love this fair Canadian land,
O’erstrewn with mountain, plain and lake;
And we would even dare to die
For our dear homes and country’s sake.
Remember it? Aye, remember—
They burn within our thoughts to-day—
Queenston Heights, famed Lundy’s Lane,
Stony Creek, Quebec, Chateauguay.
O’erstrewn with mountain, plain and lake;
And we would even dare to die
For our dear homes and country’s sake.
Remember it? Aye, remember—
They burn within our thoughts to-day—
Queenston Heights, famed Lundy’s Lane,
Stony Creek, Quebec, Chateauguay.
There, side by side with the regulars,
Our fathers faced the invading foe,
And swept them from our sacred shores
By stern-delivered blow on blow.
And should they dare to come again
Where the old flag in freedom waves,
We’ll meet them firm, unyielding still,
And strew these peaceful shores with graves.
Our fathers faced the invading foe,
And swept them from our sacred shores
By stern-delivered blow on blow.
And should they dare to come again
Where the old flag in freedom waves,
We’ll meet them firm, unyielding still,
And strew these peaceful shores with graves.
Hurrah! hurrah for Canada!
For the land that is great and free;
“The flag that’s braved a thousand years,”
Ever that grand old flag for me.
Touch not its daring crimson folds—
It bears no cringing coward stain;
No traitor hand shall pull it down,
Nor mar its glorious fame.
For the land that is great and free;
“The flag that’s braved a thousand years,”
Ever that grand old flag for me.
Touch not its daring crimson folds—
It bears no cringing coward stain;
No traitor hand shall pull it down,
Nor mar its glorious fame.
It floats to-day o’er every sea;
In every clime, in every zone,
That daring flag defiantly
Is to the free wild winds out-thrown.
The sun may rise and set again,
But not on Britain’s grand domain—
The Empire dots the wide world o’er,
And Britain’s heart is all aflame.
In every clime, in every zone,
That daring flag defiantly
Is to the free wild winds out-thrown.
The sun may rise and set again,
But not on Britain’s grand domain—
The Empire dots the wide world o’er,
And Britain’s heart is all aflame.
Hurrah! hurrah for Canada!
And the Empire that rules the sea!
In union with the Motherland
We are ever safe and free.
Thus, moving on from year to year,
All time shall sing our brave story—
A united empire rolling on
To an immortal glory.
And the Empire that rules the sea!
In union with the Motherland
We are ever safe and free.
Thus, moving on from year to year,
All time shall sing our brave story—
A united empire rolling on
To an immortal glory.