But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.