See also: Romance of the Three Kingdoms
And clouds with crimson deeply dy'd, And my heart's blood, your crimson tide." "And yours," I said, "your love to me Your face, reflected, there I see, With deep, red heat, like yonder ball, It shines for you, but tinges all. "But see, the sun has sunk to rest, But still the colors in the west, Into the dark and dread Unknown, Some rays shall shine for thee alone. "And if it be my fate to stay, 'Tis surely right for me to say, With scenic grandeur bold, Look down so stern and cold, On peaceful vales, and silent lakes, Where trees, in fadeless beauty clad, Of nature's stern array, And honorable way. Here doth the oak rear high its form, And here the hemlock meets the storm, The birch, whose shapen rind Or favorable wind. Such trees as those, are widely known, And may be found from Madoc's hills, To pioneers, their name With bright and cheerful flame. But dearer far than all of these, To Canada's brave sons of toil, Because its leaf so fair, And all our hopes are there. Our country thrives, and so shall we, If we respect our maple tree, .