What shall it profit a man To gain the world—if he can— And lose his soul, as they say In their uninstructed way? The whole of the world in gain; The whole of your soul! Too vain You judge yourself in the cost. ’Tis you—not your soul—is lost. Your soul! If you only knew— You would reach to the Heaven’s blue, To the heartmost centre sink, Ere you severed the silver link, To be lost in your petty lust And scattered in cosmic dust. For your soul is a Shining Star Where the Throne and the Angels are. And after a thousand years, With the salve of his bottled tears, Your soul shall gather again From the dust of a world of pain The frame of a slave set free— The man that you ought to be, The man you may be to-night If you turn to the Valley of Light. The number of women poets in the period under review is noteworthy. Along with Ethelwyn Wetherald and Jean Blewett must be mentioned appreciatively the names and poetry of Virna Sheard, Helena Coleman, Elizabeth Roberts MacDonald (sister of C. G. D. Roberts), Helen M. Merrill, Annie Campbell Huestis, Agnes Maule Machar (_pseud._ ‘Fidelis’), Isabel Ecclestone Mackay, Alma Frances McCollum, and S. Frances Harrison (_pseud._ ‘Seranus’). Their outstanding contemporaries amongst the men were Arthur Stringer and Peter McArthur. It is impossible to review in detail the poetry of all these lyrists. They followed the ideals of the older systematic group as regards original inspiration and artistic craftsmanship. But the work of some of them may briefly be remarked.