Canada Is A Live Country - Live,

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour, And Caught Our Youth, And Wakened Us From Sleeping, With Hand Made Sure, Clear Eye, And Sharpened Power, To Turn, As Swimmers Into Cleanness Leaping.

Stands The Church Clock At Ten To Three? And Is There Honey Still For Tea?

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile The Carnation And The Pink.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.