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Dominion Day (this Is The Day Whereon, Confederate) Post by :rphair Category :Poems Author :W. M. Mackeracher Date :November 2011 Read :880

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Dominion Day (this Is The Day Whereon, Confederate)

This is the day whereon, confederate
In union, was our national'ty born,--
A four-walled temple beautiful and great,
Arising like the bringer of the morn,
Now winged and buttressed, which the years adorn
With pinnacles of fame. Long may it stand,
Though realms be rent, states shattered, thrones uptorn!
Long may Canadians grasp each other's hand,
Defend their nation's rights, and love their fatherland!

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W. M. MacKeracher's poem: Dominion Day (This Is The Day Whereon, Confederate)

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