Lake is calling to lake With a ripply, musical sound, As though half afraid to awake The storm from his sleep profound. 2. The hem of their garments is gay With gardens that look to the south; And the smile of the dawn of to-day Has touched them on bosom and mouth. XI. The rivers have gladly embraced, And carry the joy of the lakes, Past mountain and island and waste, To where the sea’s laughter outbreaks. XII. And sea and lake and mountain, And man and beast and bird-- Our happy Land’s life fountain-- By one great voice are stirred. Bells chime out merrily, Trumpets call cheerily, Cannons boom lustily, Greet the glad day! Rose-wreath and fleur-de-lys, Shamrock and thistle be Joined to the maple tree Now and for aye! XIII. Let the shout of our joy to-day be borne through the pulse of the sea, To the grand old lands of our fathers,--a token of loyalest love; And may the winds bring back sweet words, O our Land, to thee-- As, in the far old time, the peace-leaf came with the dove. XIV. And long, long ages hence, when the Land that we love so well Has clasped us all (as a mother clasps her babe) to her motherly bosom, Those who shall walk on the dust of us, with pride in their Land shall tell, Holding the fruit in their grateful hands, of the birth of to-day, the blossom. IN MY HEART. I. In my heart are many chambers through which I wander free; Some are furnished, some are empty, some are sombre, some are light; Some are open to all comers, and of some I keep the key, And I enter in the stillness of the night. II. But there’s one I never enter,--it is closed to even me! Only once its door was opened, and it shut for evermore; And though sounds of many voices gather round it, like the sea, It is silent, ever silent, as the shore. III. In that chamber, long ago, my love’s casket was concealed, And the jewel that it sheltered I knew only one could win; And my soul foreboded sorrow, should that jewel be revealed, And I almost hoped that none might enter in. IV. Yet day and night I lingered by that fatal chamber door, Till--she came at last, my darling one, of all the earth my own; And she entered--and she vanished with my jewel, which she wore; And the door was closed--and I was left alone. V. She gave me back no jewel, but the spirit of her eyes Shone with tenderness a moment, as she closed that chamber door, And the memory of that moment is all I have to prize,-- But _that, at least_, is mine for evermore. VI.