We present this work in honor of the Canadian holiday, Family Day.

 

Oh, fame may heap its measure,
  And hope its blossoms strew,
And proud ambition call us,
  And honour urge us through—
But kinsfolk, kinsfolk,
  My heart is all for you.

When stately halls are ringing
  With mirth and light and song,
Among the mazy dances
  The forms familiar throng,
And speak above the viols
  The voices loved so long.

When wandering far I visit
  Grey tower and haunted stream,
Beyond the storied casements
  Those earliest hearth-fires gleam,
And dear Canadian forests
  Grow dark around my dream.

No strange and lovely countries
  Men venture far to view,
No power and gifts and glory
  Are worth one heart-beat true;
Kinsfolk, kinsfolk,
  My heart is all for you!