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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Canadian Streams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O rivers rolling to the sea<br>From lands that bear the maple-tree,<br> How swell your voices with the strain<br>Of loyalty and liberty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A holy music, heard in vain<br>By coward heart and sordid brain,<br> To whom this strenuous being seems<br>Naught but a greedy race for gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O unsung streams--not splendid themes<br>Ye lack to fire your patriot dreams!<br> Annals of glory gild your waves,<br>Hope freights your tides, Canadian streams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">St. Lawrence, whose wide water laves<br>The shores that ne'er have nourished slaves!<br> Swift Richelieu of lilied fame!<br>Niagara of glorious graves!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy rapids, Ottawa, proclaim<br>Where Daulac and his heroes came!<br> Thy tides, St. John, declare La Tour,<br>And, later, many a loyal name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou inland stream, whose vales, secure <br>From storm, Tecumseh's death made poor!<br> And thou small water, red with war,<br>'Twixt Beaubassin and Beauséjour!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dread Saguenay, where eagles soar,<br>What voice shall from the bastioned shore<br> The tale of Roberval reveal,<br>Or his mysterious fate deplore?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annapolis, do thy floods yet feel<br>Faint memories of Champlain's keel,<br> Thy pulses yet the deed repeat<br>Of Poutrincourt and d'Iberville?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou far tide, whose plains now beat<br>With march of myriad weathering feet,<br> Saskatchewan, whose virgin sod <br>So late Canadian blood made sweet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your bulwark hills, your valleys broad,<br>Streams where de Salaberry trod,<br> Where Wolfe achieved, where Brock was slain,--<br>Their voices are the voice of God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sacred waters! not in vain,<br>Across Canadian height and plain,<br> Ye sound us in triumphant tone<br>The summons of your high refrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Charles+George+Douglas+Roberts">Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts</a><div class=q>
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From lands that bear the maple-tree,
 How swell your voices with the strain
Of loyalty and liberty!

A holy music, heard in vain
By coward heart and sordid brain,
 To whom this strenuous being seems
Naught but a greedy ..."></div>
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