Halifax sits on her hills by the sea <br /> In the might of her pride,-- <br />Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she <br /> With a sword at her side. <br /> <br />To right and to left of her, battlements rear <br /> And fortresses frown; <br />While she sits on her throne without favour or fear <br /> With her cannon as crown. <br /> <br />Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal <br /> Of a nation she keeps; <br />But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel, <br /> And her thunder but sleeps.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guard-of-the-eastern-gate/
