Great names of thy great captains gone before <br />Beat with our blood, who have that blood of thee; <br />Raleigh and Grenville, Wolfe, and all the free <br />Fine souls who dared to front a world in war. <br />Such only may outreach the envious years <br />Where feebler crowns and fainter stars remove, <br />Nurtured in one remembrance and one love <br />Too high for passion and too stern for tears. <br /> <br />O little isle our fathers held for home, <br />Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts <br />Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land: <br />Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam, <br />Behold, behold the invulnerable ghosts <br />Of all past greatnesses about thee stand.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canada-to-england/
