Classic Poem

Here cosmic floods and forces all conspire
To call the earnest soul to life sincere;
The silence thunders in the open ear
The diapason of a world's desire
To greet the Infinite. In mists of fire,
The terrene storm-gods wracked the seething sphere,
The splintered mountain rose in bold frontier,
A vestige of the old Plutonic pyre.

Lo, heroes, heroes meet in battle shock
And gaze on death firm as this ancient rock!
Quebec doth wake the world this fateful morn,
Far o'er the plains is heard the echoing horn;
Behold the soil, the seed, the rising sun,
The tears, the toil, and our Dominion one!