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Note contribution of poem by Robert Gordon Menzies [p. 57]: “To Wordsworth. Great Master, let us sit and learn of thee! Give us the sense of glory that was thine! Show us the vision that we do not see. Of Nature’s wonders, and of things divine! We hear the thunder rattling through the skies We see the lighting’s fitful fancies play; We hear the wild waves and their echoing cries, And we are thrilled, yet know not what they say! But, thou, blest Spirit, in the storm didst see A visionary power, strong and clear; And, while the black heavens shrieked aloud with glee, A call to dedication thou didst hear! The very grass to thee had voice to speak, The humblest flower had strength to move thy heart! Then us, guide us ere our faith grow weak, Show us the sunset ere its hues depart.”