{"id":52,"date":"2021-06-23T10:04:56","date_gmt":"2021-06-23T14:04:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/?post_type=chapter&p=52"},"modified":"2022-02-14T20:01:07","modified_gmt":"2022-02-15T01:01:07","slug":"canada","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/chapter\/canada\/","title":{"raw":"Canada","rendered":"Canada"},"content":{"raw":"
Canada, the blest\u2014the free!\r\nWith prophetic glance, I see\r\nVisions of thy future glory,\r\nGiving to the world's great story\r\nA page, with mighty meaning fraught,\r\nThat asks a wider range of thought.\r\nBorne onward on the wings of Time,\r\nI trace thy future course sublime;\r\nAnd feel my anxious lot grow bright,\r\nWhile musing on the glorious sight;\u2014\r\nMy heart rejoicing bounds with glee\r\nTo hail thy noble destiny!<\/p>\r\n\r\nEven now thy sons inherit\r\nAll thy British mother's spirit.\r\nAh! no child of bondage thou;\r\nWith her blessing on thy brow,\r\nAnd her deathless, old renown\r\nCircling thee with freedom's crown,\r\nAnd her love within thy heart,\r\nWell may'st thou perform thy part,\r\nAnd to coming years proclaim\r\nThou art worthy of her name.\r\nHome of the homeless!\u2014friend to all\r\nWho suffer on this earthly ball!\r\nOn thy bosom sickly care\r\nQuite forgets her squalid lair;\r\nGaunt famine, ghastly poverty\r\nBefore thy gracious aspect fly,\r\nAnd hopes long crush'd, grow bright again,\r\nAnd, smiling, point to hill and plain.\r\n\r\nBy thy winter's stainless snow,\r\nStarry heavens of purer glow,\r\nGlorious summers, fervid, bright,\r\nBasking in one blaze of light;\r\nBy thy fair, salubrious clime;\r\nBy thy scenery sublime;\r\nBy thy mountains, streams, and woods;\r\nBy thy everlasting floods;\r\nIf greatness dwells beneath the skies,\r\nThou to greatness shalt arise!\r\n\r\nNations old, and empires vast,\r\nFrom the earth had darkly pass'd\r\nEre rose the fair auspicious morn\r\nWhen thou, the last, not least, wast born.\r\nThrough the desert solitude\r\nOf trackless waters, forests rude,\r\nThy guardian angel sent a cry\r\nAll jubilant of victory!\r\n\u201cJoy,\u201d she cried, \u201cto th' untill'd earth,\r\nLet her joy in a mighty birth,\u2014\r\nNight from the land has pass'd away,\r\nThe desert basks in noon of day.\r\nJoy, to the sullen wilderness,\r\nI come, her gloomy shades to bless,\r\nTo bid the bear and wild-cat yield\r\nTheir savage haunts to town and field.\r\nJoy, to stout hearts and willing hands,\r\nThat win a right to these broad lands,\r\nAnd reap the fruit of honest toil,\r\nLords of the rich, abundant soil.\r\n\r\n\u201cJoy, to the sons of want, who groan\r\nIn lands that cannot feed their own;\r\nAnd seek, in stern, determined mood,\r\nHomes in the land of lake and wood,\r\nAnd leave their hearts' young hopes behind,\r\nFriends in this distant world to find;\r\nLed by that God, who from His throne\r\nRegards the poor man's stifled moan.\r\nLike one awaken'd from the dead,\r\nThe peasant lifts his drooping head,\r\nNerves his strong heart and sunburnt hand,\r\nTo win a potion of the land,\r\nThat glooms before him far and wide\r\nIn frowning woods and surging tide\r\nNo more oppress'd, no more a slave,\r\nHere freedom dwells beyond the wave.\r\n\r\n\u201cJoy, to those hardy sires who bore\r\nThe day's first heat\u2014their toils are o'er;\r\nRude fathers of this rising land,\r\nTheirs was a mission truly grand.\r\nBrave peasants whom the Father, God,\r\nSent to reclaim the stubborn sod;\r\nWell they perform'd their task, and won\r\nAltar and hearth for the woodman's son.\r\nJoy, to Canada's unborn heirs,\r\nA deathless heritage is theirs;\r\nFor, sway'd by wise and holy laws,\r\nIts voice shall aid the world's great cause,\r\nShall plead the rights of man, and claim\r\nFor humble worth an honest name;\r\nShall show the peasant-born can be,\r\nWhen call'd to action, great and free.\r\nLike fire, within the flint conceal'd,\r\nBy stern necessity reveal'd,\r\nKindles to life the stupid sod,\r\nImage of perfect man and God.\r\n\r\n\u201cJoy, to thy unborn sons, for they\r\nShall hail a brighter, purer day;\r\nWhen peace and Christian brotherhood\r\nShall form a stronger tie than blood\u2014\r\nAnd commerce, freed from tax and chain,\r\nShall build a bridge o'er earth and main;\r\nAnd man shall prize the wealth of mind,\r\nThe greatest blessing to mankind;\r\nTrue Christians, both in word and deed,\r\nReady in virtue's cause to bleed,\r\nAgainst a world combined to stand,\r\nAnd guard the honour of the land.\r\nJoy, to the earth, when this shall be,\r\nTime verges on eternity.\u201d<\/blockquote>","rendered":"

Canada, the blest\u2014the free!
\nWith prophetic glance, I see
\nVisions of thy future glory,
\nGiving to the world’s great story
\nA page, with mighty meaning fraught,
\nThat asks a wider range of thought.
\nBorne onward on the wings of Time,
\nI trace thy future course sublime;
\nAnd feel my anxious lot grow bright,
\nWhile musing on the glorious sight;\u2014
\nMy heart rejoicing bounds with glee
\nTo hail thy noble destiny!<\/p>\n

Even now thy sons inherit
\nAll thy British mother’s spirit.
\nAh! no child of bondage thou;
\nWith her blessing on thy brow,
\nAnd her deathless, old renown
\nCircling thee with freedom’s crown,
\nAnd her love within thy heart,
\nWell may’st thou perform thy part,
\nAnd to coming years proclaim
\nThou art worthy of her name.
\nHome of the homeless!\u2014friend to all
\nWho suffer on this earthly ball!
\nOn thy bosom sickly care
\nQuite forgets her squalid lair;
\nGaunt famine, ghastly poverty
\nBefore thy gracious aspect fly,
\nAnd hopes long crush’d, grow bright again,
\nAnd, smiling, point to hill and plain.<\/p>\n

By thy winter’s stainless snow,
\nStarry heavens of purer glow,
\nGlorious summers, fervid, bright,
\nBasking in one blaze of light;
\nBy thy fair, salubrious clime;
\nBy thy scenery sublime;
\nBy thy mountains, streams, and woods;
\nBy thy everlasting floods;
\nIf greatness dwells beneath the skies,
\nThou to greatness shalt arise!<\/p>\n

Nations old, and empires vast,
\nFrom the earth had darkly pass’d
\nEre rose the fair auspicious morn
\nWhen thou, the last, not least, wast born.
\nThrough the desert solitude
\nOf trackless waters, forests rude,
\nThy guardian angel sent a cry
\nAll jubilant of victory!
\n\u201cJoy,\u201d she cried, \u201cto th’ untill’d earth,
\nLet her joy in a mighty birth,\u2014
\nNight from the land has pass’d away,
\nThe desert basks in noon of day.
\nJoy, to the sullen wilderness,
\nI come, her gloomy shades to bless,
\nTo bid the bear and wild-cat yield
\nTheir savage haunts to town and field.
\nJoy, to stout hearts and willing hands,
\nThat win a right to these broad lands,
\nAnd reap the fruit of honest toil,
\nLords of the rich, abundant soil.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoy, to the sons of want, who groan
\nIn lands that cannot feed their own;
\nAnd seek, in stern, determined mood,
\nHomes in the land of lake and wood,
\nAnd leave their hearts’ young hopes behind,
\nFriends in this distant world to find;
\nLed by that God, who from His throne
\nRegards the poor man’s stifled moan.
\nLike one awaken’d from the dead,
\nThe peasant lifts his drooping head,
\nNerves his strong heart and sunburnt hand,
\nTo win a potion of the land,
\nThat glooms before him far and wide
\nIn frowning woods and surging tide
\nNo more oppress’d, no more a slave,
\nHere freedom dwells beyond the wave.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoy, to those hardy sires who bore
\nThe day’s first heat\u2014their toils are o’er;
\nRude fathers of this rising land,
\nTheirs was a mission truly grand.
\nBrave peasants whom the Father, God,
\nSent to reclaim the stubborn sod;
\nWell they perform’d their task, and won
\nAltar and hearth for the woodman’s son.
\nJoy, to Canada’s unborn heirs,
\nA deathless heritage is theirs;
\nFor, sway’d by wise and holy laws,
\nIts voice shall aid the world’s great cause,
\nShall plead the rights of man, and claim
\nFor humble worth an honest name;
\nShall show the peasant-born can be,
\nWhen call’d to action, great and free.
\nLike fire, within the flint conceal’d,
\nBy stern necessity reveal’d,
\nKindles to life the stupid sod,
\nImage of perfect man and God.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoy, to thy unborn sons, for they
\nShall hail a brighter, purer day;
\nWhen peace and Christian brotherhood
\nShall form a stronger tie than blood\u2014
\nAnd commerce, freed from tax and chain,
\nShall build a bridge o’er earth and main;
\nAnd man shall prize the wealth of mind,
\nThe greatest blessing to mankind;
\nTrue Christians, both in word and deed,
\nReady in virtue’s cause to bleed,
\nAgainst a world combined to stand,
\nAnd guard the honour of the land.
\nJoy, to the earth, when this shall be,
\nTime verges on eternity.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"author":251,"menu_order":2,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":[],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[48],"contributor":[],"license":[],"class_list":["post-52","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","chapter-type-numberless"],"part":3,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/52","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/251"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/52\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":297,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/52\/revisions\/297"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/3"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/52\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=52"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=52"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/roughingitinthebush\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}