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 pan 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.