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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragment Of An Ode To Canada</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This is the land!<br>It lies outstretched a vision of delight,<br>Bent like a shield between the silver seas<br>It flashes back the hauteur of the sun;<br>Yet teems with humblest beauties, still a part<br>Of its Titanic and ebullient heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Land of the glacial, lonely mountain ranges,<br>Where nothing haps save vast Æonian changes,<br>The slow moraine, the avalanche's wings,<br>Summer and Sun,--the elemental things,<br>Pulses of Awe,--Winter and Night and the lightnings.<br>Land of the pines that rear their dusky spars<br>A ready midnight for the earliest stars.<br>The land of rivers, rivulets, and rills,<br>Straining incessant everyway to the sea<br>With their white thunder harnessed in the mills,<br>Turning one wealth to another wealth perpetually;<br>Spinning the lightning with dynamic spindles,<br>Till some far city dowered with fire enkindles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The land of fruit, fine-flavoured with the frost,<br>Land of the cattle, the deep-chested host,<br>The happy-souled, that contemplate the hours,<br>Their dew-laps buried in the grass and flowers.<br>And, O! the myriad-miracle of the grain<br>Cresting the hill, brimming the level plain,<br>The miracle of the flower and milk and kernel,<br>Nurtured by sun-fire and frost-fire supernal,<br>Until the farmer turns it in his hand,<br>The million-millioned miracle of the land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And yet with all these pastoral and heroic graces,<br>Our simplest flowers wear the loveliest faces;<br>The sparrows are our most enraptured singers,<br>And round their songs the fondest memory lingers;<br>Our forests tower and tremble, star-enchanted,<br>Their roots are by the timid spirits haunted<br>Of hermit thrushes,--trancèd is the air,<br>Ever in doubt when they shall sing or where;<br>The mountains may with ice and avalanche wrestle,<br>Far down their rugged steeps dimple and nestle<br>The still, translucent, turquoise-hearted tarns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And Thou, O Power, that 'stablishest the Nation,<br>Give wisdom in the midst of our elation;<br>Who are so free that we forget we are--<br>That freedom brings the deepest obligation:<br>Grant us this presage for a guiding star,<br>To lead the van of Peace, not with a craven spirit,<br>But with the consciousness that we inherit<br>What built the Empire out of blood and fire,<br>And can smite, too, in passion and with ire.<br>Purge us of Pride, who are so quick in vaunting<br>Thy gift, this land, that is in nothing wanting;<br>Give Mind to match the glory of the gift,<br>Give great Ideals to bridge the sordid rift<br>Between our heritage and our use of it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then in some day of terror for the world,<br>When all the flags of the Furies are unfurled,<br>When Truth and Justice, wildered and unknit,<br>Shall turn for help to this young, radiant land,<br>We shall be quick to see and understand:<br>What shall we answer in that stricken hour?<br>Shall the deep thought be pregnant then with power?<br>Shall the few words spring swift and grave and clear?<br>Use well the present moment. They shall hear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a></strong></div>