O Canada, the sweep of empire rolls athwart
Thy broad, abounding lands, prefiguring the part
Which thou must take unswervingly!
On east and west the conscious seas reverberate
Their far-resounding theme: "Thy future way lies straight;
Achieve thy fated destiny!"

Too long the Earth hath waited for the genial hour
When justful Time should, set the King of Righteous Pow'r,
With Peace, as Queen, upon the throne!
Mark how the saddened throngs who never knew the reign
Of kindly Law and Plenty flock to thy domain;
Take them as children for thine own!

Give them thy vital succor hence, that they may grow
To manhood's fullest stature; teach them soon to know
The acme of the human kind!
What boots it tho thy hospitable lands sustain
Ten thousand thousand hosts, if they shall never gain
The pure possessions of the Mind

Turn not, as avaricious nations in the past,
To thrall of Riches and the rule of Mignt: at last
Relentless Fate wrought out their fall.
Choose thou, O Canada, the spiritual plan:
So shalt thou rear a new-bred, sovereign race of Man, -
High-destin'd and imperial!