Classic Poem

Because her heart is all too proud
--Canada! Canada! fair young Canada--
To breathe the might of her love aloud,
Be quick, O Motherland!
Because her soul is wholly free
--Canada kneels, thy daughter, Canada--
England, look in her eyes and see,
Honour and understand.

Because her pride at thy masthead shines,
--Canada! Canada!--queenly Canada
Bows with all her breathing pines,
All her fragrant firs.
Because our isle is little and old
--Canada! Canada!--young-eyed Canada
Gives thee, Mother, her hands to hold,
And makes thy glory hers.

Because thy Fleet is hers for aye,
--Canada! Canada!--clear-souled Canada,
Ere the war-cloud roll this way,
Bids the world beware.
Her heart, her soul, her sword are thine
--Thine the guns, the guns of Canada!--
The ships are foaming into line,
And Canada will be there.