ASCENT OF CROWN MOUNTAIN
Friday July 29.1910
by William Washington Bolton
Yon Mountain Crown of fair Vancouver Isle
Whose domes no foot hath trod
Whose outlook is o’er ocean wide
O’er vales and hills and raising tide
Men strive to master thee.
Through forest stream and rockfaced heights
They plod their steady way
Their aim to plant the Union Jack
Despite the climb and weighty pack
Upon thy noble crown.
They win! What matters now be weariness
The Blowdowns and the falls
The honor theirs which none can take
Their witness left which none can shake
Save snows and maddened storm.
A maid amongst them light of feet
With nerves as strong as steel
How could MEN halt or hearts give in!
Her gallant deed all praise doth win
True daughter of our RACE.
Weary Traveller Stop and Heed
Take Courage from this strenuous deed
With tons of grub and spirits high
Men needs must pack who cannot fly.
No swear words use when weight drags down
Or climbing logs you act the clown.
You are a MAN! The river and the forest here
Can conquered by you are their peer.