"'Where are you going, heart of woe. Pitiful heart of fear and shame?' 'A strange and lonely way I go, Where none shall pity, none shall blame. Far with my sin and misery I creep on doubtful feet, alone; No human heart can follow me To mark my tears or hear my moan.' '_Nay; but the never-ceasing sting, The clearness of remembering!_' "'What do you see, O changing face, Alight with strange and tender gleams?' 'I near the hushed and holy place Of One who gives me back my dreams.' 'Where are you daring, eager feet, Feet that so wild a way have trod?' 'O bitter world, no scorn I meet. Sinful and hurt, I go to God! _On my dark sin, forevermore, A sinless Hand has closed the door._'" Miss Huestis dons her singing-robes too infrequently; but who may venture on any prediction regarding the poetic production of one who is still on the threshold of achievement? For the poet, himself, least of all, may foresee his own future, nor is it given to those who love his songs to discern his future in the magic glass. The poet is ever a subject in a kingdom of untraced laws and unmapped territory. {270} "For voices pursue him by day And haunt him by night; And he listens, and needs must obey When the Angel says 'Write!'" Forever does he await the Voice and the Vision. Louis Frechette is the French-Canadian Laureate, who was crowned by the French Academy, in 1881, for the striking merit of his tragedy, _Papineau_. Doctor Frechette (born in 1841) has contributed greatly to the fame of his country. In his _La Decouverte du Mississippi_, and in _Le Drapeau Anglais_, _Saint-Malo_, and others, is his real distinction felt. His poems are so long and so closely woven as hardly to lend themselves to extracts. Thomas O'Hagan is one of the favourite poets of the Dominion, and aside from his own notable contribution to poetry, he has done and is doing a wonderful work in his scholarly and critical lectures on poets. His published lectures interpretative of Shakespeare, of Dante, and of Browning, Tennyson, Longfellow, and others, are in constant demand. In _A Gate of Flowers_, _An Idyll of the Farm_, _The Bugle Call_, and the timely production _I Take Off my Hat to Albert_, are poems that inspire the popular favour; and in a lyric entitled _Ripened Fruit_ these stanzas are especially calculated to awaken response: "I know not what my heart hath lost; I cannot strike the chords of old: The breath that charmed my morning life Hath chilled each leaf within the wold. {271} "The swallows twitter in the sky, But bare the nest within the eaves; The fledglings of my care are gone, And left me but the rustling leaves. "And yet, I know my life hath strength, And firmer hope and sweeter prayer, For leaves that murmur on the ground Have now for me a double care.