(Founded Canada's Public School System, 1846.)

Wise son' of Canada, whose prescient sight
Pierced to the secret of the freeman's power
And who secured the inalienable dower
That is a free-born people's surest right,
Thy spirit wrestled with the task begun
For that great end on which thy heart was set,
Strife could not hinder thee nor could chance fret
Thy soul to cease until thy work was done.

What dreams, made real, have wrought since thy first sway
Is only part of thine inventive view
In those poor days when none about thee knew
What potencies within thy labors lay.
We greet thee, Rverson, whose gracious laws
Now rule our country's educational cause.