There may be more enchanting climes Within a southern zone; There may be eastern Edens deckt With charms to thee unknown; But thou art fairest unto me, Because thou art mine own, Canada, my land. More spacious plains and loftier heights In other realms may be, And mightier streams than those which bear Thy waters to the sea; But thou, great handiwork of God, Art grandest unto me, Canada, my land.…
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