Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

.. . . Would I Were In Grantchester, In Grantchester!

The Cool Kindliness Of Sheets, That Soon Smooth Away Trouble; And The Rough Male Kiss Of Blankets.

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

There's Little Comfort In The Wise