O Canada! Our home and native land! True patriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts we see thee rise, The True North strong and free! … - Robert Stanley Weir

Dreaming upon the sands I lift mine eyes to gaze Beyond the infinite and heaving blue; The far horizon, blurred in cloud and haze, Bends o'er some beach (I muse) a thousand leagues from view. "And there," saith Fancy, " looking toward these sands, Wistful like thee, an unknown dreamer stands!"

O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise, To keep thee steadfast through the years From East to Western Sea, Our own beloved native land! Our True North, strong and free!

Ruler supreme, who hearest humble prayer, Hold our dominion within thy loving care; Help us to find, O God, in thee A lasting, rich reward, As waiting for the Better Day, We ever stand on guard.