Here's to the Land

HERE'S to the Land of the rock and the pine :
Here's to the Land of the raft and the river !
Here's to the Land where the sunbeams shine,
And the night that is bright with the North-light's quiver !

Here's to the Land of the axe and the hoe !
Here's to the hearties that give them their glory ;
With stroke upon stroke, and with blow upon blow,
The might of the forest has passed into story !

Here's to the Land with its blanket of snow,
To the hero and hunter the welcomes! pillow !
Here's to the land where the stormy winds blow
Three days ere the mountains can talk to the billow !

Here's to the buckwheats that smoke on her board ;
Here's to the maple that sweetens their story ;
Here's to the scythe that we swing like a sword ;
And here's to the fields where we gather our glory !

Here's to her hills of the moose and the deer ;
Here's to her forests, her fields and her flowers ;
Here's to her homes of unchangeable cheer,
And the maid 'neath the shade of her own native bowers !