<h2><SPAN name="MY_CANADA" id="MY_CANADA"></SPAN>My Canada</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">M</span>Y Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I would that I thy child might frame<br/></span>
<span class="i2">A song half worthy of thy name,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Proudly I say—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">This is our country, strong, and broad and grand,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">This is our Canada, our native land!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">My Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">’Tis meet that all the world should know<br/></span>
<span class="i2">How far thy sweeping rivers flow,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">How fair to-day<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Thy bonnie lakes upon thy bosom lie,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Their faces laughing upward to the sky.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_185" id="page_185"></SPAN>{185}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">My Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">We look alway with love and pride<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Upon thy forests deep and wide,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And gladly say.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">“These giant fellows, mighty grown with age,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Are part and parcel of our heritage.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">My Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">So rich in glow and bracing air,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With meadows stretching everywhere,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With gardens gay,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With smiling orchards, sending forth to greet<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Full breaths of perfume from their burdens sweet.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">My Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art not old, thou art not skilled,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But through the ages youth hath thrilled;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis dawn with thee,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Thou has a glorious promise, and thy powers<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Are measured only by the golden hours.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">My Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">What thou art now we know full well,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">What thou wilt grow to be? Ah! who can tell?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We see to-day<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Thy lithe form running swiftly in the race,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">For all the things which older lands do grace.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_186" id="page_186"></SPAN>{186}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">My Canada!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With loyal sons to take thy part,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To hold thee shrined within the heart,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Proudly we say,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">“This is our country, strong, and broad, and grand,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">“God guard thee Canada, our native land!<br/></span></div>
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