Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time, Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We’ll sing at St. Ann’s our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row! the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight’s past. HEMANS, FELICIA THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS—(1620) The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed, And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o’er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. BROWNING, R. HERVE RIEL (1692) On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French—woe to France! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Rance, With the English fleet in view. PICKTHALL, MARJORIE PERE LALEMANT. I lift the Lord on high, Under the murmuring hemlock boughs, and see The small birds of the forest lingering by And making melody. These are mine acolytes and these my choir, And this mine altar in the cool green shade. The Drift of Pinions. (Lane.) SULLIVAN, ALAN BREBEUF AND LALEMANT. Came Jean Brebeuf from Rennes in Normandy To preach the written word in Sainte Marie— The Ajax of the Jesuit enterprise, Huge, dominant and bold—augustly wise. JOHNSON, PAULINE THE ARCHER. Stripped to the waist, his copper coloured skin Red from the smouldering heat of hate within, Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce of mood— As all wild things that hunt for foes, or food. Flint and Feather (Musson, Toronto.) LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. Should you ask me whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains? FOOTNOTES [1] Colonel George Nasmith in his book, “On the Fringe of the Great Fight,” tells of the departure of this first contingent of the Canadian Expeditionary Force in the autumn of 1914 within six weeks of the outbreak of the Great War.