Hope lights each eye and fills each breast,
And all are friends to-day.

The fairest of the sister band--
With greeting most sincere,--
Magog extends an eager hand,
And bids you welcome here!

Hail, brothers in a noble cause,
'Tis well we thus should meet:
For every meeting closer draws
The bonds of union sweet.

And we who battle for the right,
And breathe the solemn vow
To win or perish in the fight,
Should be united now.

Up, brothers, up! to arms! to arms!
The sword must needs be drawn:
These are indeed no vain alarms,
The foe is marching on!

And shall he blight our happy land
With his polluting breath?
And scatter woe on every hand,
_And infamy and death?_

By yonder mountain and by lake
Which their approval show,--