From memory -- since at the front one carries one book only --
I quoted to him another piece of his own verse, entitled "The Night Cometh":

"Cometh the night. The wind falls low,
The trees swing slowly to and fro;
Around the church the headstones grey
Cluster, like children stray'd away,
But found again, and folded so."

It will be observed at once by reference to the text that in form
the two poems are identical. They contain the same number of lines and feet
as surely as all sonnets do. Each travels upon two rhymes
with the members of a broken couplet in widely separated refrain.
To the casual reader this much is obvious, but there are many subtleties
in the verse which made the authorship inevitable. It was a form upon which
he had worked for years, and made his own. When the moment arrived
the medium was ready. No other medium could have so well conveyed
the thought.

This familiarity with his verse was not a matter of accident.
For many years I was editor of the `University Magazine',
and those who are curious about such things may discover
that one half of the poems contained in this little book
were first published upon its pages. This magazine had its origin
in McGill University, Montreal, in the year 1902. Four years later
its borders were enlarged to the wider term, and it strove to express
an educated opinion upon questions immediately concerning Canada,
and to treat freely in a literary way all matters which have to do
with politics, industry, philosophy, science, and art.