And in the world’s wide, busy marts, In science, trade, and cultured art, In the front rank he e’er is found, Bearing no menial second part. Contending with the bravest there, He holds the fierce, disputed way-- Persistence and efficiency Are sure to win the sternest day. Religious tolerance have we, A people chaste by Christian love; Thousands of church-spires point the way To the celestial courts above. Thus blest, we dwell in freedom’s light, Defenders of our country’s cause, Loving our dear Canadian homes, Respecting and keeping her laws. These free and fair Canadian homes Acadia’s vales do beautify; Her cities gleam like diadems, Her towers mount upward to the sky. And where New Brunswick lifts her head In vigorous, friendly rivalry, They shine like jewels in a crown, An anchor to our unity. Prince Edward’s Island by the sea Is safely, sternly girded round, Taught by all nature to be free; Influenced by her voice profound They build, secure in freedom’s light, A fabric safe, enduring, grand, Proud of their dear island home, And of this fair Dominion land. Our provinces beside the sea Send out their ships to every land; Alert to every enterprise, The world’s esteem they do command. Aye, they are known on every sea; In every clime, and isle remote, The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear, Protectingly o’er them doth float. Quebec! Quebec! thou dowered queen Of beauty! for thee nature smiles; A vista wide of hill and vale, A river with a thousand isles, Above whose calm, majestic breast Frowns an impregnable citadel, A safeguard to our entrance-gate, Where Wolfe and Montcalm fearless fell. Historic and heroic days Those stern defiant cliffs have known, The thunder of the battle strife, Wild cheer, defeat, and dying moan. Beautiful and historic stream, Flow on, flow on, toward the sea-- The outlet to our wide domain-- Flow on in calm tranquillity! Heroes of old ascended thee, Brave men that would not be denied; They pierced the wilds beyond the flood, And death and danger they defied. From Saguenay to Ottawa, Across the blue Laurentian hills, Are homes of the French _habitant_, And love for thee his warm heart thrills. With habits all so queer and quaint, Their social life we plainly trace; E’er faithful to their usages, A happy and contented race. And they have stood by Britain’s side When war was rife on every hand-- De Salaberry at Chateauguay Dealt a good blow for this fair land.