CANADA, MY LAND

AND OTHER COMPOSITIONS IN VERSE

BY

W. M. MacKERACHER

TORONTO
WILLIAM BRIGGS
1908

Copyright, Canada, 1908, by W. M. MacKeracher

CONTENTS.

CANADA, MY LAND
    There may be more enchanting climes

FORWARD, CANADA!
    Northland of our birth and rearing

CANADIAN-BORN
    Although I'm not unduly proud

KNOW'ST THOU THE LAND!
    Know'st thou the land where the pious and bold

O MAPLE LEAF!
    Thee best of leaves I love

DOMINION DAY
    Where the purple-vestured mountains

CANADA'S EIGHTEEN
    At Paardeberg they fell

DOMINION DAY, 1900
    Rejoice, O Canada, rejoice

O CANADA, MON PAYS, MES AMOURS
    O Canada, my country and my love

SOL CANADIEN, TERRE CHERIE
    O soil Canadian, cherished earth

MY OWN CANADIAN GIRL
    The demoiselles of sunny France

THE ST. LAWRENCE
    Though like Ulysses, fam'd of old

ST. LAWRENCE AND THE COMING SHIPS
    I cannot loiter on my way

THE QUEBEC EXODUS
    Why should we leave the soil our fathers cleared

HEAT
    The fickle sun that had the earth caress'd

INVOCATION TO SUMMER
    Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay

SIR SUMMER
    When conquering Summer stalks the street

THE NIGHT
    A tremor, a quiver, through her ran

TO BEAUTY
    Beauty, belovèd of all gentle hearts

THE DOCTOR
    He bent above our darling's bed

MY VALENTINE
    O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy

MY FRIENDS
    Some to and fro for converse flit

NOTHING TOO GOOD FOR THE IRISH
    It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land

AN ENGLISH TOAST
    The English soil!—'tis hallowed ground

THE SCOT
    That no Scotsman is perfect, we freely confess

THE ROARIN' GAME
    The roarin' game, the roarin' game

THE OLD SCOTTISH MINISTER
    A man he was of Scottish race

THE MACS
    There's a race, or a part of a race, if you will

THE PARSON AT THE HOCKEY MATCH
    It's very disagreeable to sit here in the cold

CANADA, MY LAND.

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,