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The Confused Dawn

William Douw Schuyler-Lighthall (1857–1954)

YOUNG MAN
WHAT are the Vision and the Cry

That haunt the new Canadian soul?

Dim grandeur spreads, we know not why,

O’er mountain, forest, tree, and knoll,

And murmurs indistinctly fly—

Some magic moment sure is nigh.

O Seer, the curtain roll!

SEER
The Vision, mortal, it is this—

Dead mountain, forest, knoll, and tree,

Awaken all endued with bliss,

A native land—O think! to be

Thy native land—and, ne’er amiss,

Its smile shall like a lover’s kiss,

From henceforth seem to thee.

The Cry thou couldst not understand,

Which runs through that new realm of light,

From Breton’s to Vancouver’s strand,

O’er many a lovely landscape bright,

It is their waking utterance grand,

The great refrain, ‘A Native Land!’

Thine be the ear, the sight.