While splendour such as England seldom knew, Within a temple ancient and supreme, Marshals her grandeur, crimson, gold, and blue, In iridescent shadings opaline. Glory on glories 'round thee blaze and sweet Ambrosial incense rises to the sides, While prince and peer and people 'round thee meet, 'Neath galleries begemmed with Beauty's eyes. While rolls on high the organ's swelling notes, Thrilling aloft in jubilees of sound; While joyful from a thousand loyal throats-- "God Save the King"--in glad acclaims resound, Triumphant blare the bugles on the breeze, In crashing cannonades the guns reply-- "God Save the King"--It leaps a hundred seas, And million voiced is echoed to the skies! THE GREATER CANADA Called the great soul of the Westland, "Come unto me, ye who rule, They who would plan for my greatness needs must attend in my school. Vast are my dreams of the future, born in my domain afar, They who would labour to build me let them now follow my star." Into the East went the message, sweeping on clarion clear, Steady-toned, crisp and compelling, speaking that all men might hear, Telling of courage triumphant, of prodigies nobly performed, Of barrenness mantled in beauty, of nakedness clothed and adorned. And he who ruled in the temple laboured and wrought for the good Of the land that reared him to honour, hearkened and understood; And borne on the wings of the morning he to the West gave reply, "Soul of the Westland, I hearken, unto thy Kingdom go I." Then rose the West for his coming, pulsed the warm blood in her veins, Decked she her hillsides with beauty, matted with gold all her plains; Flung her broad banners in welcome, spread the fair fruits of her soil, Sent forth her offspring to greet him, children of sunlight and toil. Trooping they came--him acclaiming--over the gold-crested plain, Jewelled with blossoms, sweet scented, bright with the gleam of the grain, Manhood and womanhood greeting, giving a welcome full sweet, There 'neath the sunlight of heaven, there midst the ripening wheat. Into the West went the Seeker drawn by the Voice of the Soul, Vigilant into the vastness speeding from goal unto goal, Preaching the Gospel of Union, seeking the end that all creeds Might on the altar of freedom sacrifice give of fair deeds. Then where the slumbering mountains fling their white pinnacles high, Precipiced, avalanched, chasmed, challenging ever the sky, The Soul of the West met the seeker and led him unto the throne, Where vision-eyed and majestic she dreamed in her glory alone. Then spoke the Soul to the Seeker, "Far have you followed the quest, Out of the East I have called you unto my uttermost West; Out of the East you have issued, forth from the Old to the New, To gaze on the wonder accomplished, to judge of the things yet to do.