"O thou twice hero,--hero in thy life And in thy death!--we have no power to crown Thy nobleness; we weep thine arm in strife; We weep, but glory in thy life laid down. * * * * * * "Saint! hero! through the clouds of doubt that loom O'er darkling skies, thy life hath power to bless; We thank thee thou hast shown us in the gloom Once more Christ's power and childlike manliness." A quatrain on Darwin's tomb in Westminster Abbey is worthy to be held in memory: "The Muse, when asked what words alone Were worthy tribute to his fame, Took up her pen, and on the stone Inscribed his name." Full of tender and beautiful feeling is this little lyric of Canon Scott's that he entitles _Beyond_: "My heart it lies beyond, dear, In the land of the setting day, Where the whispers are soft and fond, dear, Of the voices that pass away; And oft, when the night is falling, And a calm is on the sea, I fancy I hear them calling From that far-off land for me. "It is only idle dreaming But the dream is full of rest. And up where that glory is streaming From the gates of the golden west, I wander away in spirit, With a mingled joy and pain, Till I almost seem to inherit The sweet dead past again. * * * * * "Yes, my heart it lies beyond, dear, Where that sun is burning low, And were you not so fond, dear, I might perhaps--but no! {262} Are you weary already with walking? And tears! What tears, dear, too! How selfish of me to be talking, My darling, in this way to you!" One of the most widely known and frequently quoted of the poems of Canon Scott is the _Van Elsen_: "God spake three times and saved Van Elsen's soul: He spake by illness first, and made him whole; Van Elsen heard Him not, Or soon forgot. "God spake to him by wealth; the world outpoured Its treasures at his feet, and called him lord; Van Elsen's heart grew fat And proud thereat. "God spake the third time when the great world smiled, And in the sunshine slew his little child; Van Elsen like a tree Fell hopelessly. "Then in the darkness came a Voice which said: 'As thy heart bleedeth, so My heart hath bled; As I have need of thee Thou needest Me.' "That night Van Elsen kissed the baby feet, And kneeling by the narrow winding-sheet, Praised Him with fervent breath Who conquered death." Canon Scott, who may well be recognised as the most spiritual of Canadian poets, has published five volumes of poems, _The Soul's Quest_, _My Lattice and Other Poems_, _The Unnamed Lake_, _Poems Old and New_, and _In the Battle Silences, Poems Written at the Front_. There is a depth of thought, an {263} appealing grace and tenderness of feeling in his work that insures his poems a treasured place in Canadian life.