Minutes before he died, the poet Seamus Heaney texted to his wife in Latin: Noli timere or do not be afraid.

Seamus Heaney's sons carrying their father's coffin

Redemption comes at such a cost.                     
Freezing winds off the Irish sea
Blow me away from hearth and home
At such a cost - loss pressing on loss - 
Yet still the winter-birds sing,
Seemingly, so carelessly,
And we know it costs them their whole life
To fly this way and sing and eat and build and build.
Yet still this merely human, framed of earth, 
Cannot scrape away the curse of discontent: 
Sitting solid as a rock, squatting squarely 
On my chest where a bird would build a nest
Then fly high, high into the blue skies of summer
So far, far away from this deep and dark complacency.