Canadian Forestry Journal, August, ipij. 



163 



Montreal Witness: "The advice 

 has often been given that if you 

 want to educate the people you must 

 begin with the children. The Can- 

 adian Forestry Association, which 

 has for several years been carrying 

 on a strenuous campaign urging the 

 proper conservation and care of the 

 forests and trees generally, has now 

 apparently adopted this point of 

 view and has issued a useful little 

 booklet. It is hoped to place one in 

 the hands of every boy and girl in 

 the country so that all may be able 

 to distinguish readily our more im- 

 portant Canadian trees and have an 

 intelligent understanding of the 

 great uses to which they are put." 



Manitoba Free Press : "If this little 

 booklet does not make musing 

 Thoreaus of Canadian nature lovers 

 it is at least calculated to develop 



very widely an interest both in the 

 beauty and utility of the trees of the 

 Dominion. Incidentally the case for 

 forest conservation is strongly put." 



Toronto World : "It contains clear 

 and simple descriptions of twenty of 

 the most important trees." 



From the manager of a large pa- 

 per company : "I would like very 

 much to obtain another copy. I 

 think it is one of the most useful 

 publications of its kind issued." 



From a Toronto clergyman : "I 

 shall feel very much obliged if you 

 will let me know where I may pur- 

 chase additional copies." 



From a High School principal: 

 "Kindly send me a few copies. I be- 

 lieve it will be valuable in our Na- 

 ture Studv and Elementarv Science 

 work." 



A Wood Lyric 



By Wilfred Campbell 



Into the stilly woods I go, 



Where the shades are deep and the 



wind flowers blow, 

 And the hours are dreamy and lone 



and long, 

 And the power of silence is greater 



than song. 

 Into the stilly woods I go. 

 Where the leaves are cool and the 



wind-flowers blov/. 



When I go into the stilly woods. 

 And know all the flowers in their 



sweet, shy hoods. 

 And the tender leaves in their shin- 



mer and sheen. 

 Of darkling shadow, diaphanous 



green 

 In those haunted halls where my 



footstep falls, 

 Like one who enters cathedral walls, 

 A spirit of beauty floods over me. 

 As over a swimmer the waves of the 



sea, 

 That strengthens and glories, re- 

 freshens and fills, 



Till all my inner heart wakens and 



thrills. 

 \Mth a new and a glad and a sweet 



delight, 

 And a sense of infinite out of sight, 

 Of the great unknown that we may 



not know, 

 But onl}^ feel with an iuAvard flow 

 A\'hen into the great, glad woods we 



go. 



O Life-worn brothers, come with me 

 Into the wood's hushed sanctity, 

 AVhere the great, cool branches are 



heavy with June, 

 And the voices of summer are strung 



in tune; 

 Come ^yith me, O heart out-worn 

 Or spirit whom life's brute-struggles 



have torn. 

 Come, tired and broken and wound- 

 ed feet. 

 Where the walls are greening, the 



floors are sweet. 

 The roofs are breathing and heaven's 

 airs meet. 



