The skies are fair that beam above Far lands of fame and song, Where eyes that look the sweetest love In sunny valleys throng. But Oh! give me the forest hills Where happy I may roam, Where every pure affection thrills In Canada our home. The annals of our native land May be but rough and brief, But there is many a fearless hand To guard the maple leaf. Let danger threaten when it will, We'll meet whate'er may come, Remaining firm and faithful still To Canada our home. The mountains, woods, and torrents wild, Where native freedom dwells, Have charms that to the forest child No other land excels. Oh! for the joyful wind that flies Beneath the leafy dome By lakes that beam like beauty's eyes In Canada our home. Let other nations boast the fame Of hero and of sage What is their glory but a name Upon a blotted page? Behold a land from tyrants pure As wild Atlantic's foam, Where love and beauty dwell secure In Canada our home. Young giant of the North and West! The nations hail thy birth, Thine heritage is of the best That ere was claimed on earth. Firm as thy hills, bright as thy streams, Thy glory shall become, And realize hope's grandest dreams Of Canada our home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODE TO THE SWALLOW by ANACREON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |