Classic Poem

Mother and Queen, from the golden West
We offer in love at the foot of thy throne
All we can give thee, our dearest and best,
Flesh of our flesh and bone of our bone.
Take them, Queen of the brave and free;
They come in their love to die for thee.

Mother and Queen, from farm and mart,
From bank and factory, hill and plain,
They gather in love for a noble heart,
To lighten its sorrow and share its pain.
Take them, Queen of the brave and free;
They come in their love to die for thee.

Mother and Queen, our homes were bright
And pure as the air of the sunlit north;
But tears have darkened the women's sight
Since the day that the brothers and sons went forth.
Take them, Queen of the brave and free;
They come in their love to die for thee.

Mother and Queen of the spotless throne,
Lady and Lord of the sea and land,
Thou makest our far-born sons thine own
By the tender clasp of a woman's hand.
Take them, Queen of the brave and free;
They come in their love to die for thee.

Mother and Queen, from the strong, glad West,
From the rivers and plains where our children roam,
We give thee our dearest, our bravest, our best;
Take them, Queen of our heart and home.
Asking no bounty, favour of fee,
They come in their love to die for thee.