The Ottawa's breast is cleft by many a prow, The roaring, rushing locomotives scour Along the track at forty miles an hour-- The electric current cleaves the ambient air, Shooting the rays of thought round everywhere, Darting like sunbeams to the left and right, The swift-winged messengers of mental light! Disturbing 'neath the billows of the deep, The ocean monsters from their dreamy sleep; Cleaving resistless through the watery waste A miracle not dreamt of in the past, Annihilating time, and leaving space, Like Noah's dove, without a resting place! Thy fame, too, "old brown Bess," hath passed away, And rifled guns in war and peace hold sway, And Britain's wooden walls with all their glories, Are now but one of fame's immortal stories! But while I cast my wondering eyes around How grand the sight which doth their vision bound; A city stands in fair and youthful grace, Where once old Bytown had its primal place; And lo! in grandeur towering the skies In marbled splendor upon yonder hill, Our Legislative Temples proudly rise, A columned glory of the artist's skill! Thanks to our gracious Queen, who's royal hand Made Ottawa chief city of the land! Thanks to the men who fought through good and ill The fight of right, and bravely battled still; Who stood unshaken, firm in their adhesion, Till victory crowned Her Majesty's decision! God bless our New Dominion! may it be Granted a proud and happy destiny; Ontario and Quebec go hand in hand With Nova Scotia and New Brunswick's land; Those noble borderers of the rushing wave Grand, fitting birthplace of the free and brave! May Newfoundland, British Columbia true, Prince Edward Island join the Union, too, And the vast regions of the far North-West, Awake to form a nation great and blest! May all in common brotherhood unite To live in peace, or for our freedom fight Beneath the flag for which our fathers died, And left us as their legacy and pride! May heaven give strength and energy to those Who from political convulsion's throes-- A proud example to the sons of earth, Brought union and an empire into birth! May wisdom guide them as they onward steer The vessel of the State in her career-- Smooth be the wave and gentle be the gales That fill our ark of safety's well trim'd sails-- Strong be the vision of the pilot, too, To keep the port of union full in view, Until the anchor's cast, the sails are furled, A spectacle of envy to the world!