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 wondered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair
It must be, since he lingers there.
And you O you who the wildest yearn
For the 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!