DOMINION DAY.

Where the purple-vestured mountains

Bear their summits crowned with snow,

Haughty lords of all the riches

In the rocks and streams below;

Tow'ring to the azure heavens,

Frowning on the sapphire sea:

There to-day, O wide Dominion,

Thine own children honor thee.

Where the shadeless, open prairie

Spreads its lone expanse unstirred

By a sound of living creature,

Save the lowing of the herd,

And the half-grown wheat in verdure

Reaches thickly to the knee,

There to-day, O fair Dominion,

Thine own children honor thee.

Where the south wind from the bushes

The large, luscious berry shakes,

And the commerce of the cities

Meets the traffic of the lakes,

And the thunderous Niag'ra

Sings the paean of the free:

There to-day, O strong Dominion,

Thine own children honor thee.

Where the deep, majestic river

Bears upon its solemn tide,

By the haunts of ancient story

And the seats of former pride,

Ocean argosies to markets

Where the world is held in fee:

There to-day, O great Dominion,

Thine own children honor thee.

Where the stalwart sea-girt peoples

Keep the gateway of the land;

In the meadows of New Brunswick,

On the Nova Scotian strand,

In the Gulf's fair island garden,

Sheltered by the maple tree:

There to-day, O blest Dominion,

Thine own children honor thee.

In thy cherished mother country,

In thy sister lands afar,

On the burning eastern desert,

Underneath the southern star,

‘ Midst the speech of alien races,

Wheresoe'er thy children be,

There to-day, O dear Dominion,

Loyal hearts remember thee.