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HE fields are green in Canada,
 * And bloom is on the bough,

The orchards by the farmhouse
 * Are just a glory now;

The thorn-trees by the fences,
 * The lilacs by the door

Seem more intent on blooming than
 * They ever did before.


 * But there are eyes in Canada
 * That cannot see for tears,
 * And there are hearts in Canada
 * Grown weary with their fears,
 * The nesting-birds of Canada,
 * They pipe to deafened ears.

The April woods of Canada
 * Harbour the sweetest things—

A flash of lilting rapture
 * Mere recollection brings;

Hepaticas and violets
 * And all the fairy train

Run out in rosy pathways
 * Subdue the world again.