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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 William M. MacKeracher

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    Release dateSep 16, 2022
    ISBN8596547342069
    Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse

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      Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse - William M. MacKeracher

      William M. MacKeracher

      Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse

      EAN 8596547342069

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      CANADA, MY LAND.

      FORWARD, CANADA!

      CANADIAN-BORN.

      KNOW'ST THOU THE LAND?

      O MAPLE LEAF!

      DOMINION DAY.

      CANADA'S EIGHTEEN.

      DOMINION DAY, 1900.

      O CANADA, MON PAYS, MES AMOURS.

      SOL CANADIEN, TERRE CHERIE.

      MY OWN CANADIAN GIRL.

      THE ST. LAWRENCE.

      ST. LAWRENCE AND THE COMING SHIPS.

      THE QUEBEC EXODUS.

      HEAT.

      INVOCATION TO SUMMER.

      SIR SUMMER.

      THE NIGHT.

      TO BEAUTY.

      THE DOCTOR.

      MY VALENTINE.

      MY FRIENDS.

      NOTHING TOO GOOD FOR THE IRISH.

      AN ENGLISH TOAST.

      THE SCOT.

      THE ROARIN' GAME.

      THE OLD SCOTTISH MINISTER.

      THE MACS.

      THE PARSON AT THE HOCKEY MATCH.

      CANADA, MY LAND.

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      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!

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      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 among the nations!

      Forward, Canada!

      Not by battles fierce and gory,

      Not by conquest's hollow glory,

      Need'st thou live in deathless story:

      Forward, Canada!

      Not by might and not by power,—-

      Truth shall be thy fortress tower;

      Arts of peace shall be thy flower:

      Forward, Canada!

      Yet if tyrant foe should ever

      'Gainst thee come with base endeavor,

      Strike, and yield thy freedom never:

      Forward, Canada!

      CANADIAN-BORN.

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      Although I'm not unduly proud,

      Inordinately vain,

      But humble, as will be allowed,

      And modest in the main;

      I must confess to pride of birth,

      And all detractors warn

      To let alone one land on earth:

      I am Canadian-born.

      In

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