The Poetry Corner

Canadian-Born.

By W. M. MacKeracher

Although I'm not unduly proud, Inordinately vain, But humble, as will be allowed, And modest in the main; I must confess to pride of birth, And all detractors warn To let alone one land on earth: I am Canadian-born. In one respect I fill the bill As well as any man Between Vancouver and Brazil, Morocco and Japan. From Hobart Town to Hammerfest, From Greenland to the Horn, My native land is much the best: I am Canadian-born. The Greeks beside their Hellespont Thought all but they were scum; The Latins loved the classic vaunt, "Civis Romanus sum." I'm not so impudent as they To hold the world in scorn, But have a better boast to-day, "I am Canadian-born." My land is beauty's flag unfurled, A garden of increase, The crowning wonder of the world, Creation's masterpiece; And deathless deed and kingly name Her chronicles adorn; I'm pardonably proud to claim I am Canadian-born. I love her cities old and new, Her crested mountain-chains, Her lakes and rivers fair to view, Her meadows and her plains, Her tented fields of yellow sheaves, Her spears of towering corn, Her forests with their maple leaves: I am Canadian-born. I love her verdant springtime sweet, Her autumn red and gold; I love her summer's tropic heat, Her winter's arctic cold, The splendor of her evening glow, The glory of her morn; And day and night I love to know I am Canadian-born. All honor to her pioneers, The gallant sons of France; All honor to their British peers, Who aided her advance; To workers like the great Champlain, And Dufferin and Lorne, And those who could take up the strain, "I am Canadian-born." Here my allotted time I'd live And play my little part, My service here to Nature give, To Industry and Art; Here pluck life's roses when I may, And when I feel the thorn Look up with fortitude and say, "I am Canadian-born." And should unfriendly circumstance (Which Providence forbid!) Decree that from my latest glance My country should be hid, Ah, then 'twill ease my parting sigh And cheer my heart forlorn, To think, wherever I may die, I am Canadian-born.