When you hear the news , remember that . I 've won my own freedom here -- freedom from all fear . I shall never be afraid of anything again -- not of death -- nor of life , if after all , I am to go on living . And life , I think , would be the harder of the two to face -- for it could never be beautiful for me again . There would always be such horrible things to remember -- things that would make life ugly and painful always for me . I could never forget them . But whether it 's life or death , I 'm not afraid , Rilla-my-Rilla , and I am not sorry that I came . I 'm satisfied . I 'll never write the poems I once dreamed of writing -- but I 've helped to make Canada safe for the poets of the future -- for the workers of the future -- ay , and the dreamers , too -- for if no man dreams , there will be nothing for the workers to fulfil -- the future , not of Canada only but of the world -- when the ` red rain ' of Langemarck and Verdun shall have brought forth a golden harvest -- not in a year or two , as some foolishly think , but a generation later , when the seed sown now shall have had time to germinate and grow . Yes , I 'm glad I came , Rilla . It is n't only the fate of the little sea-born island I love that is in the balance -- nor of Canada nor of England . It 's the fate of mankind . That is what we 're fighting for . And we shall win -- never for a moment doubt that , Rilla . For it is n't only the living who are fighting -- the dead are fighting too . Such an army can not be defeated . `` Is there laughter in your face yet , Rilla ? I hope so . The world will need laughter and courage more than ever in the years that will come next . I do n't want to preach -- this is n't any time for it .
But I just want XXXXX say something that may help you over the worst when you hear that I 've gone ` west . '
Rilla-my-Rilla for from in of than that to whether years