From crowded street, from hillside green,
From fair Canadian vales,
The prayer goes up--God bless the Queen!
God bless the Prince of Wales!

The rich and poor, the great and small
Their voices join as one;
Victoria's name is dear to all,
So is Victoria's Son.

Their tribute other queens have laid
Upon the land and sea;
But never earthly monarch swayed
So many hearts as she.

And for her young and gallant heir
A kindred love prevails;
God hear a nation's fervent prayer!
God bless the Prince of Wales!




OUR NATIVE LAND.


[This was probably written in the early part of the year 1861, before
Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation had given deliverance to the
captives, and when "the north star" was an object dear to many a slave
who longed to breathe the free air of Canada. The Rev. E. H. Dewart