This book of poetry by A. M. Stephen is a curious mix of modern and Victorian. To be sure, there are abundant poems of archaic-sounding verse that are truly dreadful, especially those inspired by Theosophy or Christian religion. Romantic poems tend to be weak as well. The last quarter of the book is titled 'Flames from the Dust .' These poems are not as strong as the first part. Here is a list of the poems that I liked:

Prelude
Steel Cliffs
The First Step
While Hearing a Lecture on Oriental Mysticism
One Seed Have I Sown - a little gem
There's a Wild Rose Tangled in the Prarie Wind
The Unpardonable Sin - social justice of debtors
The Green World
Vancouver - a highlight as I live in Vancouver
A Pharisee?
The Earth is Ours - it's hard to know if this is serious or in jest
On the Air
Mountains
That Which a Man Bequeaths
The Children are Dreaming
Villanelle ( )