Mr. Björkman, after remarking the President's ability to appreciate the importance of what he purposes to lay before him, asks, "Will this nation, as a nation, never do anything for the encouragement or reward of its poets and men of letters?" He thinks it ought to do something because "the soul of a nation is in its literature," and because "we shall never raise our poetry to the level of our other achievements until we, as a nation, try to find some method of providing money for the poet's purse and laurels for his brow." No specific proposal is made to the President. Mr. Björkman outlines the general question, instances England, France, Sweden, and Norway as bestowing honors and rewards upon their writers, and says that he has "learned by bitter experience what it means to strive for sincere artistic expression in a field where brass is commonly valued above gold," and "should like to see the road made a little less hard, and the goal a little more attractive, lest too many of those that come after lose their courage and let themselves be tempted by the incessant clangor of metal in the marketplace." Wherefore "on behalf of men and women who are striving against tremendous odds to give this nation a poetry equaling in worth and glory that of any other nation in the world" he appeals to the Chief Executive to take the lead. A literature worthy of national fostering does not require it. When President Wilson read Mr. Björkman's letter--we may assume that he has somehow found time to do so--my little wager is that he smiled sadly, and perhaps recalled a sentence that he wrote nearly twenty years ago, when the spirit of youth gave a sort of instinctive inerrancy to his judgments. In an essay on An Author's Company he said: Literatures are renewed, as they are originated, by uncontrived impulses of nature, as if the sap moved unbidden in the mind. In the same essay occurs this wide-worldly phrase: There is a greater thing than the spirit of the age, and that is the spirit of the ages.