APPENDIX A LUI 



Miss Helen Coleman, in her volume entitled "Marching Men — 

 War Verses" has thoughts of 



AUTUMN, 1917. 



"Are there young hearts in France recalling 



These dream-filled, blue Canadian days, ' 



When gold and scarlet flames are falling 

 From beech and maple set ablaze ? 



Pluck they again the pale wild aster 



The bending plume of golden-rod ? 

 And do their exiled hearts beat faster, 



Roaming in thought their native sod; 



Dream they of Canada, crowned and golden, 



Flushed with her autumn diadem. 

 In years to come, when time is olden, 



Canada's dream shall be of them; 



Shall be of them who gave for others, 



The ardor of their radiant years; 

 Your name in Canada's heart, my brothers. 



Shall be remembered long with tears." 



Some of these poets have been inspired to verse for the first 

 time in their lives. Miss Esther Kerry, a young lady of a well-known 

 and gifted family of Montreal, who served in England as a V.A.D. 

 nurse, wrote one day in London these happy lines: — 



HE IS A CANADIAN. 



"He is a Canadian — I wonder has he stood 



In some thick forest, on a mountain slope. 



Silent beneath a pine. 



And looking out across a valley seen 



Nothing but bristling tree trunks far below 



And storm-scarred grey rhountains 



Whose snow-caps 



Rise to a sunswept blue. 



He is a Canadian — I wonder has he stood 



On some still morning by a tiny lake 



And watched the water ripple on the beach, — 



One little clearing 



In the mighty woods — 



And know that he is first to breathe that air 



Not weighted by a thousand lives and thoughts. 



But rare and pure, 



A breathing straight from God. 



