He Is Not Dead, He Is Just

When You Awaken Some Morning And Hear That Somebody Or Other Has Been Discovered, You Can Put It Down As A Fact That He Discovered Himself Years Ago - Since That Time He Has Been Toiling, Working, And Striving To Make Himself Worthy Of General Discovery.

To Make The World A Friendly Place, One Must Show It A Friendly Face.

And The Sun Had On A Crown Wrought Of Gilded Thistledown, And A Scarf Of Velvet Vapor And A Raveled Rainbow Gown; And His Tinsel-tangled Hair Tossed And Lost Upon The Air Was Glossier And Flossier Than Any Anywhere.

Oh, The World's A Curious Compound, With Its Honey And Its Gall, With Its Cares And Bitter Crosses, But A Good World After All. And A Good God Must Have Made It-leastways, That Is What I Say, When A Hand Is On My Shoulder In A Friendly Sort Of Way.

Somebody's Sent A Funny Little Valentine To Me. It's A Bunch Of Baby-roses In A Vase Of Filigree, And Hovering Above Them ... Is A Fairy Cupid Tangled In A Scarf Of Poetry.