The ocean has kissed her feet

The ocean has kissed her feet With cool, soft lips that smile, And his breath is wondrously sweet With the odours of many an isle.

He has many a grand old song Of his grand, old fearless kings; And the voice from his breast is strong, As he sings and laughs as he sings.

Though often his heart is sad With the weight of the gray-haired days That were once as light and as glad As the soul of a child that plays.

But to-day at Canada’s feet, He smiles, as when Venus was born, And the breath from his lips is as sweet As the breath of wet flowers at morn.