Canadian-born Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFADAD AGAGHDHD AIAIJDJD KLKLMDMD AAAANDND OPOPBDBD QARAHDHD PAPASDSD

Although I'm not unduly proudA
Inordinately vainB
But humble as will be allowedA
And modest in the mainB
I must confess to pride of birthC
And all detractors warnD
To let alone one land on earthC
I am Canadian bornD
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In one respect I fill the billE
As well as any manF
Between Vancouver and BrazilE
Morocco and JapanF
From Hobart Town to HammerfestA
From Greenland to the HornD
My native land is much the bestA
I am Canadian bornD
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The Greeks beside their HellespontA
Thought all but they were scumG
The Latins loved the classic vauntA
Civis Romanus sumG
I'm not so impudent as theyH
To hold the world in scornD
But have a better boast to dayH
I am Canadian bornD
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My land is beauty's flag unfurledA
A garden of increaseI
The crowning wonder of the worldA
Creation's masterpieceI
And deathless deed and kingly nameJ
Her chronicles adornD
I'm pardonably proud to claimJ
I am Canadian bornD
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I love her cities old and newK
Her crested mountain chainsL
Her lakes and rivers fair to viewK
Her meadows and her plainsL
Her tented fields of yellow sheavesM
Her spears of towering cornD
Her forests with their maple leavesM
I am Canadian bornD
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I love her verdant springtime sweetA
Her autumn red and goldA
I love her summer's tropic heatA
Her winter's arctic coldA
The splendor of her evening glowN
The glory of her mornD
And day and night I love to knowN
I am Canadian bornD
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All honor to her pioneersO
The gallant sons of FranceP
All honor to their British peersO
Who aided her advanceP
To workers like the great ChamplainB
And Dufferin and LorneD
And those who could take up the strainB
I am Canadian bornD
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Here my allotted time I'd liveQ
And play my little partA
My service here to Nature giveR
To Industry and ArtA
Here pluck life's roses when I mayH
And when I feel the thornD
Look up with fortitude and sayH
I am Canadian bornD
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And should unfriendly circumstanceP
Which Providence forbidA
Decree that from my latest glanceP
My country should be hidA
Ah then 'twill ease my parting sighS
And cheer my heart forlornD
To think wherever I may dieS
I am Canadian bornD

W. M. Mackeracher



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