Eric Mackay, The Song of the Flag: A National Ode
“ From wild to wild, from passion to passion, from cavern to star, are we borne, and as we travel there is music about us—music of the true tone, ringing with all the natural pathos of lyrical carelessness. ”
Eric Mackay, The Song of the Flag: A National Ode
“ Mackay's is the lark itself, Shelley's is himself listening, with unwearied ears and tightly-stretched imagination, to the lark. Who is surprised that Eric Mackay's lyric, 'The Waking of the Lark,' sent a thrill through the heart of America? This poem, which appeared in the New York Independent, is undoubtedly the lark-poem of the future. From the opening to the closing stanza there is not an imperfect verse, not a commonplace. The sentiment is pure, and the fancy glowing. ”
Eric Mackay, The Song of the Flag: A National Ode
“ There have been instances in literature of the music mastering the thought, but in the case under notice the proportions are justly ministered to. There is thought and witchery of measure. The ice of craftsmanship is mingled with the wine of passion."—Norman Gale, in The Literary World, March 10th, 1893."We are indebted to Eric Mackay for the latest ode to the lark, one of peculiar gracefulness and impassioned beauty. ”
