Classic Poem

Far o'er this wide-spread plain whose fertile land
Was once abandoned by an ancient sea,
The stalwart Saxon resolute and free
With clear prevision bade a city stand.
Obedient to his eager soul's demand,
These towers and temples rose, henceforth to be
Time's fingers pointing to eternity,
By flaming thunders swept, by breezes fanned.

Toronto, now your ancient billows sleep,
But streams of life enrich your festive halls;
In love and death behold a vaster deep
Where heart to heart across life's ocean calls;
A thousand eyes within your homes may weep,
But Love is king within ten thousand walls.