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    Canada, My Land and Other Compositions in Verse
    Canada, My Land and Other Compositions in Verse
    Canada, My Land and Other Compositions in Verse
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    Canada, My Land and Other Compositions in Verse

    By W. M. (William Mackay) MacKeracher

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    Release dateNov 25, 2013
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      Canada, My Land and Other Compositions in Verse - W. M. (William Mackay) MacKeracher

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Canada, My Land, by W. M. MacKeracher

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      Title: Canada, My Land

      and Other Compositions in Verse

      Author: W. M. MacKeracher

      Release Date: August 21, 2011 [EBook #37155]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CANADA, MY LAND ***

      Produced by Al Haines

      CANADA, MY LAND

      AND OTHER COMPOSITIONS IN VERSE

      BY

      W. M. MacKERACHER

      TORONTO

      WILLIAM BRIGGS

      1908

      Copyright, Canada, 1908, by W. M. MacKeracher

      CONTENTS.

      CANADA, MY LAND

          There may be more enchanting climes

      FORWARD, CANADA!

          Northland of our birth and rearing

      CANADIAN-BORN

          Although I'm not unduly proud

      KNOW'ST THOU THE LAND!

          Know'st thou the land where the pious and bold

      O MAPLE LEAF!

          Thee best of leaves I love

      DOMINION DAY

          Where the purple-vestured mountains

      CANADA'S EIGHTEEN

          At Paardeberg they fell

      DOMINION DAY, 1900

          Rejoice, O Canada, rejoice

      O CANADA, MON PAYS, MES AMOURS

          O Canada, my country and my love

      SOL CANADIEN, TERRE CHERIE

          O soil Canadian, cherished earth

      MY OWN CANADIAN GIRL

          The demoiselles of sunny France

      THE ST. LAWRENCE

          Though like Ulysses, fam'd of old

      ST. LAWRENCE AND THE COMING SHIPS

          I cannot loiter on my way

      THE QUEBEC EXODUS

          Why should we leave the soil our fathers cleared

      HEAT

          The fickle sun that had the earth caress'd

      INVOCATION TO SUMMER

          Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay

      SIR SUMMER

          When conquering Summer stalks the street

      THE NIGHT

          A tremor, a quiver, through her ran

      TO BEAUTY

          Beauty, belovèd of all gentle hearts

      THE DOCTOR

          He bent above our darling's bed

      MY VALENTINE

          O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy

      MY FRIENDS

          Some to and fro for converse flit

      NOTHING TOO GOOD FOR THE IRISH

          It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land

      AN ENGLISH TOAST

          The English soil!—'tis hallowed ground

      THE SCOT

          That no Scotsman is perfect, we freely confess

      THE ROARIN' GAME

          The roarin' game, the roarin' game

      THE OLD SCOTTISH MINISTER

          A man he was of Scottish race

      THE MACS

          There's a race, or a part of a race, if you will

      THE PARSON AT THE HOCKEY MATCH

          It's very disagreeable to sit here in the cold

      CANADA, MY LAND.

      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.

      More spacious plains and loftier heights

          In other realms may be,

      And mightier streams than those which bear

          Thy waters to the sea;

      But thou, great handiwork of God,

          Art grandest unto me,

              Canada, my land.

      More glorious records may adorn

          The annals of the past

      Than those which tell the rise and growth

          Of thy dominion vast;

      But I am proudest of the land

          In which my lot is cast,

              Canada, my land.

      Beneath thy green or snow-clad sod

          My fathers' ashes lie;

      Thou hast my all, to thee I'm bound

          By every dearest tie;

      For thee I'll gladly live, for thee

          I cheerfully would die,

              Canada, my land.

      FORWARD, CANADA!

      Northland of our birth and rearing,

      Bound to us by ties endearing,—

      Forward ever, nothing fearing!

              Forward, Canada!

      Hear thy children's acclamations!

      Vanquish trials and vexations!

      Higher rise

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