He Is Not Dead

I CANNOT SAY, AND I will not say that

he is dead. He is just away.

With a cheery smile, and a wave of the

hand, He has wandered into

an unknown land,

And left us dreaming how very fair it

needs must be, since he lingers there.

And you - oh, you, who the wildest yearn,

for an old-time step, and the glad return,

Think of him faring on, as dear, In the love

of There as the love of Here.

Think of him still as the same. I say, he is

not dead - he is just away.