THE HEART OF CANADA

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.