Wilson MacDonald

“ Will make most merry music for thine ears.
No time is dead that gave the world a song
The larger hours were wet with music’s flagon,
And half the garlands of the brave belong
To runes that calmed the courage of the dragon
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The clouds that flowed o’er robust Rome have found
Another prop to lean on than her stone
But in the heart of music still abound
Sweet traces of her tragic poet’s tone
And yonder tower that crowds the ampler air
Shall dream in dust before my rhyming story.
Let those who build arise where eagles dare
I’ll mount, on this white page, to surer glory. ”

“ To seal His songs with the seal of Death,
Whose were the hands that were raised to kill
This brave young poet of Nazareth?
The man who thrust at His side I find
Was a man who saw Him heal the blind. ”

“ Wilson MacDonald is already well-known to students of Canadian verse through his volume The Song of the Prairie Land, published in 1918, and also through various poems which have appeared from time to time in magazines in Canada and abroad. The poem, The Miracle Songs of Jesus, hitherto unpublished, shows Mr. MacDonald's distinguished gift in a new form, and will be welcomed as an important contribution to religious verse. ”