And In That Heaven Of All Their

There's Little Comfort In The Wise

Canada Is A Live Country - Live, But Not, Like The States, Kicking.

These Laid The World Away; Poured Out The Red Sweet Wine Of Youth; Gave Up The Years To Be Of Work And Joy, And That Unhoped Serene, That Men Call Age; And Those Who Would Have Been, Their Sons, They Gave, Their Immortality.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire Of Watching For You; And Swing Me Suddenly Into The Shade And Loneliness And Mire Of The Last Land!