Viii

"The Angels come in dreams," says Holy Writ; And Science says, "No sleep so deep, but dreams." Devine appearances with brightening gleams Toward Paradise up from the demon's pit, Ever rouse virtue; aye, for God redeems His fire, wherever hid; the tempest teems, But still his sparks fly, quick as flint is hit.

Wake, Canada! and let thy Papineaus Be dreams remembered; yea, let them inspire Thy life to follow Freedom high and higher Through Rights' whole range of summits, crowned with snows Sparkling from star-moulds of the Soul's desire, On earth from Heaven where, clouds from flames, they rose.