i'll never write the poems i once dreamed of writing -- but i've helped to make canada safe for the poets of the future -- for the workers of the future -- ay, and the dreamers, too -- for if no man dreams, there will be nothing for the workers to fulfil -- the future, not of canada only but of the world -- when the'red rain' of langemarck and verdun shall have brought forth a golden harvest -- not in a year or two, as some foolishly think, but a generation later, when the seed sown now shall have had time to germinate and grow.