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Out of the storm-swept waters
You came to our sparkling strand
To take for your own our living,
The bounty of our land.

The salmon ran like silver

- Beyond our greatest need,
And the sea gave up its harvest

~ And the land received its seed.

The buffalo’ herds thundered —*
In their hosts across the plain
And where they ranged we flourished

As we never have again.

And who could know the caribou,
For who may know the wind?
But our hunters knew their coming
And our tents grew fat behind.

: / The Seese flew north to the tundra
Bp einid every valley -rang:
~~” Aen the spring moon waxed to their
Wending

The land and our people sang.

O Native, you wha languish now
Excluded from your own,
ke For you another time shall come

Brighter than you have known.

By HAL GRIFFIN

From Devon's port of Bristol and Brit-
tany’s fair Brest, ;

We dared the unknown ocean and vent-
ured ever west,

To the farthest northern reaches we
‘sailed upon our quest.

A new land for the taking, a new wealth
_for the bold,

And we fought for fox and beaver as we
sought the lode of gold;

By strife and skill and courage our early
tale was told.

We charted plain and river and claimed
them for our own,

By wilderness and water we set our
borders down: ;

From strife we built our kinship, in strug-
gle are we grown.

In new soil grew our freedoms, hard-won
our liberty,
Beyond the frontier post we dreamed of
what would be,
A fair land for its people, its nations
‘strong and free.

We fought colonial tyrants with muskets
in our hands, . ee
We fought the brash invader who coveted

sour lands;
And who would sell our heritage, a traitor
naked stands.

O Patriot, seeking freedom still,
Who find you are not yet free,

To you the struggle calls again,
Freedom you yet shall see.

Sgog of Canad

5)

We have toiled-and we have labored,
We have ploughed the fertile earth,

- And out of what we have builded

We have given our nations birth.
We have cut the virgin forest,
We have dug the iron and coal,
We have taken wings and flung them
From the border to the Pole.

We have died to bridge the rivers
And our blood is soaked in the soil,
And the fortunes we build for others

Are the monuments to our toil.

Ukrainian, Pole and German,
Scandinavian and Jew,
Bearing our ‘ancient cultures

And weaving them into the new.

Shall all this be for others, 2
Shall this for which we have fought,

This dream that we have cherished—
Is this to be sold and bought?

O People, decade striving still,
Workers by brain and hand,
In ‘you the hope of the future lies,

The promise of our land.