  Majestic, awesome and inspiring mock, Sculptured by frost and sun and bitter brine! Has nature sympathy with men divine, To carve remembrance in colossal rock? Circled by voices of the sea-god's flock, Deep calm is his, aloofness of the pine,— As when he waited his great Pilot's sign Ere he embarked from out earth's sheltered loch. O seer and Englishman, our answering hearts Leapt at thy words of empire! Sure 'tis meet In "that true North" thy form should front the sea, Where Howe, McDonald, Tupper played their parts At statecraft, gath'ring at Old England's feet Our Pleiad State,—one flag, one destiny. |
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