Yet, Behind The Night, Waits For The

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

I Shall Desire And I Shall Find The Best Of My Desires; The Autumn Road, The Mellow Wind That Soothes The Darkening Shires. And Laughter, And Inn-fires.

They Say That The Dead Die Not, But Remain Near To The Rich Heirs Of Their Grief And Mirth. I Think They Ride The Calm Mid-heaven, As These, In Wise Majestic Melancholy Train, And Watch The Moon, And The Still-raging Seas, And Men, Coming And Going On The Earth.

All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.