Love Is A Breach In The Walls,

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

Yet, Behind The Night, Waits For The Great Unborn, Somewhere Afar, Some White Tremendous Daybreak.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

The Worst Of Slaves Is He Whom Passion Rules.

But There's Wisdom In Women, Of More Than They Have Known, And Thoughts Go Blowing Through Them, Are Wiser Than Their Own.