Canadian Born

by Emily Pauline Johnson

Guard of the Eastern Gate


Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
    In the might of her pride,—
Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she
    With a sword at her side.

To right and to left of her, battlements rear

    And fortresses frown;
While she sits on her throne without favor or fear,
    With her cannon as crown.

Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal
    Of a nation she keeps;
But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel,
    And her thunder but sleeps. [Page 45]