But here a peace deeper than peace is furled,
Enshrined and chaliced from the changeful hour;
The snow is still, yet lives in its own light.
Here is the peace which brooded day and night,
Before the heart of man with its wild power
Had ever spurned or trampled the great world.
TO A CANADIAN LAD KILLED IN THE WAR
O noble youth that held our honour in keeping,
And bore it sacred through the battle flame,