England, father and mother in one, <br />Look on your stalwart son. <br /> <br />Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth, <br />Where is another so lusty? <br />Coated and mailed, with the armour of truth, <br />Where is another so trusty? <br />Flesh of your flesh, and bone of your bone, <br />He is yours alone. <br /> <br />England, father and mother in one, <br />See the wealth of your son. <br /> <br />Forests primeval, and virginal sod, <br />Wheat-fields golden and splendid: <br />Riches of nature and opulent God <br />For the use of his children intended. <br />A courage that dares, and a hope that endures, <br /> <br />And a soul all yours. <br /> <br /> <br />England, father and mother in one, <br />Hear the cry of your son. <br /> <br />Little cares he for the glories of earth <br />Lying around and above him, <br />Yearning is he for the rights of his birth, <br />And the heart of his mother to love him. <br />Vast are your gifts to him, ample his store, <br />Now open your door. <br /> <br />England, father and mother in one, <br />Heed the voice of your son. <br /> <br />Proffer him place in your councils of state: <br />Let him sit near, and attend you. <br />Ponder his words in the hour of debate, <br />Strong is his arm to defend you. <br />Flesh of your flesh, and bone of your bone, <br />Give him his own.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canada-6/
