heart-land

Updated: July 3, 2025

Ah, these are vain outbursts of feeling melancholy relapses of the spring home-sickness! Canada! thou art a noble, free, and rising country the great fostering mother of the orphans of civilisation. The offspring of Britain, thou must be great, and I will and do love thee, land of my adoption, and of my children's birth; and, oh, dearer still to a mother's heart-land of their graves!

Susanna Moodie - Roughing It in the Bush