"I used to wear a gown of green And sing a song to May, When apple blossoms starred the stream And Spring came up the way. "I used to run along with Love By lanes the world forgets, To find in an enchanted wood The first frail violets. "And ever 'mid the fairy blooms And murmur of the stream, We used to hear the pipes of Pan Call softly through our dream. "But now, in outcry vast, that tune Fades like some little star Lost in an anguished judgment day And scarlet flames of war. "What can it mean that Spring returns And purple violets bloom, Save that some gypsy flower may stray Beside his nameless tomb! "To pagan Earth her gown of green, Her elfin song to May-- _With all my soul I must go on Into the scarlet day._" The poets have been the celebrants of many of the historic epochs of Canada and the recorders of her great names; and in this especial line John Daniel Logan has rendered an interesting service in his _Songs of the Makers of Canada_. In these Dr. Logan has celebrated Cartier as the "dauntless {266} discoverer," Champlain as the "first Canadian," Laval as "the high-priest of knowledge," Wolfe as the "illustrious victor," Brock the "valiant leader," Drummond the "indomitable soldier," Ryerson the "renowned educator," Howe the "champion of self-government," Macdonald the "great confederationist," Laurier the "prophetic imperialist." Such a collection, in its vigour and vividness of personal characterisation, is the very intellectual panorama of Canada. Of Macdonald, the "great confederationist," the First Premier of the Dominion (1867), we find Dr. Logan saying: "Macdonald, though thy soul hath passed away From wonted wolds in our Canadian land, Where thou wast chiefest of the fervid band That sought to give the people fullest sway O'er their own destiny, thy spirit goes Triumphant in this Canada of ours Resplendent now before the elder Pow'rs Who mark how virile our young nation grows! "Thy wisdom was the vision of a seer Who knew the meaning of the pregnant days Which gen'rous Time should father into ways For unity...." In the memorial lyric to William Henry Drummond, whom Dr. Logan enshrines as "Sovereign of Joy and Prince of Tears," the poet touches perhaps his most musical note in the lines: "O Lost Canadian Singer of the winsome lays, How farest thou along the Elysium ways,-- Art thou companionless as we And sorrowing? * * * * * * {267} "O gentle heart, we wonder if thou farest happily With Homer and the Attic strain, With Milton and the Tragic train."