John Daniel Logan
Biography of John Daniel Logan
John Daniel Logan was a Canadian poet and academic. He is noted for teaching the first university-level course on Canadian literature.
Logan was born in Antigonish, Nova Scotia, the oldest son of Elizabeth Gordon (Rankin) and Charles Logan. He was educated at Pictou Academy and Dalhousie University, from which he received a B.A. in Philosophy in 1893, and an M.A. in 1894. He then went to Harvard University, where he received a Ph.D. in 1896.
Marjorie McMurchy, Canadian Courier: "The writer says in his Preface that his work is no better and no worse than what might readily be accomplished by any man of education and literary instincts. Thus it will be seen that Dr. Logan does not claim to be a poet. But what he writes is so essentially national, so strong in spirit, and deals so closely with what is good material for poetry that Songs of the Makers of Canada is the most authentic little book of Canadian poetry that we have this year."
After graduating he served as the principal of Hampton Academy in New Hampshire, and then as a professor of English and Philosophy in the State University of South Dakota.
From 1908 to 1910 he was the music critic of the Sunday World of Toronto. He also worked for the Toronto Daily News.
In 1915 he delivered a series of lectures on Canadian literature at Acadia University. which were labelled by the Acadia Bulletin as "the first course of lectures on distinctively Canadian Literature which has ever been given in a Canadian University.". After service in the Army during World War I, Logan returned to Acadia as "Special Lecturer on Canadian Literature" to conduct the first university course on the subject in 1919-1920 – a course hailed by the Toronto Globe as "an innovation of national importance.".
John Daniel Logan's Works:
Preludes, Sonnets and Other Verses. 1906.
Songs of the Makers of Canada, and Other Homeland Lyrics. 1911.
The Structural Principles of Style. 1900.
The Religious Function of Comedy. 1907.
Democracy, Education, and the New Dispensation. 1908.
The Making of the New Ireland. 1909.
Insulters of Death. 1916.
J.D. Logan and D. French, Highways of Canadian Literature. 1924.
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John Daniel Logan Poems
Brock: Valiant Leader
VALIANT leader of the little band That, fearless, forward rushed to victory, Tho far outnumbered by the enemy, And, daring death, saved our Canadian land,– What honours can we pay the noble name
Drummond: Indomitable Soldier
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother . . . . . And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.'
Wind O' The Sea
O WANDERING minstrel, wild Wind o' the Sea, That knowest the innermost being of me Who love thy rude sport with the measureless brine, And whose spirit is wayward and vagrant as thine,–
WINIFRED WATERS, when I look on you now,– With the sweet peace of God on your beautiful brow As you lie lily-white in your lone lethal bed,– I will conjure your spirit, sit here at your head,
Laval: Noble Educator
LAVAL, High Priest of Knowledge, who first scanned The years to come, and saw the pow'rs that lay Within the docile hearts thy truth should sway,– Whose work is puissant still upon this land,–
Champlain: First Canadian
WISE Colonist who in this storied place, With wisdom prescient of thy pregnant deed, Cast forth the sparsate grains of fruitful seed, Whence sprang a virile and a patriot race: Thy aims were not to found a merchantry
Cartier: Dauntless Discoverer
HAIL, Master Mariner of Sainte Malo! Whose name hath been a star for centuries, Why ventured thou thrice o'er tempestuous seas, In ships antique and frail? Didst thou then know
The Over-Song Of Niagara
WHY stand ye, nurslings of Earth, before my gates, Mouthing aloud my glory and my thrall? Are ye alone the playthings of the fates, And only ye o'ershadowed with a pall?
Wind O' The Sea
O WANDERING minstrel, wild Wind o' the Sea,
That knowest the innermost being of me
Who love thy rude sport with the measureless brine,
And whose spirit is wayward and vagrant as thine,–
O wandering minstrel, sad Wind o' the Sea,
That learnest world-secrets by swift errantry,
Blow hither to me o'er the wide Eastern main