Ontario speaketh to our heart-- More blest, and more diversified Are the rich blessings of her soil-- We greet her e’er with love and pride. Numerous cities dot her o’er, Hamlets and town by hundreds rise, A vigorous and enduring growth, Throbbing with trade and enterprise. Pastoral scenes so fair and sweet Meet the glad, enraptured gaze; By verdured hill and lovely vale, And a thousand broad highways, By lake and stream and riverside, The children’s laugh and mothers’ song Float out along the summer air,-- A busy, bright, and happy throng. O happy homes and loving hearts, By rural scenes, or city’s ways! Pinched not by poverty and wrong, Blest in the fulness of your days! The busy days pass swiftly by, The evening brings good cheer along; Canadian homes are bright and gay, And purified by love and song. Manitoba bursts on our view, The prairies stretching far away, Where thousands make their happy homes, Blessing the auspicious day They sought and found this “great lone land.” And still they come from every shore, Seeking out free Canadian homes,-- And there is room for millions more. Here towns are rising everywhere, A vigorous growth on every hand; Industry’s ceaseless, cheerful din Is heard throughout this goodly land. Then, Manitobans, thrice three cheers Ring out! ring out, in swelling tones, A shout for this Dominion wide, And for these new Canadian homes! The prairie province opes the way To these far vast and fertile plains; The wheatlands of the world lie here-- This Canada to all proclaims. And on and on we wend our way, O’er areas vast our steps are drawn; We flit by hill and lake and stream, Beyond the great Saskatchewan. We gain Alberta’s grazing lands, Lovely with vales and streams and hills-- And countless kine are herded here. Stretching away to the foothills Are undulations, emerald sweeps Of sunny plains in beauty drest, With mountains towering to view-- This is Canada’s “great wild west.” We pierce the Rockies in our flight; The steely way is swift and sure, Our land’s necessity and pride, Long as our union shall endure. But on and on we safely glide, By mountains vast and stern and hoary; Our pen but faintly can portray The scenes of panoramic glory. Here lovely valleys meet the eye, All rife with summer’s winsome gladness; The summits of those gray cold peaks Are wrapt in winter’s sternest sadness, Defying the elements’ rage Through mystic and untold ages. God’s hand hath builded them in might To commemorate His pages.