"That rose with morning's crimson rays And grew to noonday's gloried dome, Melting to even's purple haze When all the hopes of earth went home? * * * * * * "Yea, thou mayst quench the latest spark Of life's weird day's expectancy, Roll down the thunders of the dark And close the light of life for me. "Melt all the splendid blue above And let these magic wonders die, If thou wilt only leave me, Love, And Love's heart-brother, Memory." His _Canadian Folk Song_ has become a popular favourite. The last stanza runs: "The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom-- Margery, Margery, make the tea, Singeth the kettle merrily." It is in the setting of Canada's wonderland to music that much of the best work of Mr. Campbell lies; in his _Manitou_, _The Legend of Restless River_, _Dawn in the Island Camp_, and the musical _Vapour and Blue_. He has made himself the interpreter of Nature in all her moods, as has also Archibald {252} Lampman, of whom William Dean Howells said that his pure spirit was electrical in every line; and that "the stir of wing, of leaf, of foot; the drifting odours of wood and field," thrilled his readers in his verse. [Illustration: Canoeing on the Fraser River] In his _Passing of Autumn_ Mr. Lampman gives this delicate picture: "The wizard has woven his ancient scheme-- A day and a star-lit night; And the world is a shadowy-pencilled dream Of colour, and haze, and light." And who would not turn to his _April in the Hills_ to greet the springtime? "I break the spirit's cloudy bands, A wanderer in enchanted lands, I feel the sun upon my hands; And far from care and strife The broad earth bids me forth. I rise With lifted brow and upward eyes. I bathe my spirit in blue skies, And taste the springs of life. "I feel the tumult of new birth; I waken with the wakening earth; I match the bluebird in her mirth; And wild with wind and sun, A treasurer of immortal days, I roam the glorious world with praise, The hillsides and the woodland ways, Till earth and I are one." Mr. Lampman was a master of the sonnet and one of these entitled _Outlook_ touches a high note, while another, _The Railway Station_, so interprets the poetic side of common experiences as to be rather distinctive among all his work and so claims reproduction here: {253}