LXII THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF CANADA 



from that brilliant band of heroes who are already beginning to render 

 our circles illustrious with their presence, will develop the depths of 

 feeling, the stirring calls to action, the picturesque adventures, the 

 world-wide range of interests, the passion for true living, the insistent 

 calls for a better people, for improved institutions, for a more dignified 

 civilization, worthy of the new, hardwon tradition of Canadian valor, 

 which is to go down to our children and children's children. 



This is our Homeric Age. There never will be a greater fight. 

 There never will be a vaster battlefield. There never will be richer 

 experiences, more terrible shadows, more tragic trials, more glorious 

 courage, more splendid triumphs, a higher tide of Empire, a worthier 

 cause to live and die for. 



The art of song cannot hurriedly attain to fit celebration of this 

 epic period. The poets may perhaps not yet be born who shall invent 

 utterances that shall be truly worthy of the innumerable heroic 

 achievements, the Galahadic dedications to the supreme sacrifice, the 

 wonderful idealism of the whole crusade. The story is too grand to be 

 forgotten. It will sound the trumpet of the breast until it finds and 

 calls out our supreme minstrel to supremely chant our Idylls of the 

 Heroes. 



