He Is Not Dead, He Is Just

O'er Folded Blooms On Swirls Of Musk, The Beetle Booms Adown The Glooms And Bumps Along The Dusk.

Continuous, Unflagging Effort, Persistence And Determination Will Win. Let Not The Man Be Discouraged Who Has These.

Tell You What I Like The Best - 'long About Knee-deep In June, 'bout The Time Strawberries Melts On The Vine, - Some Afternoon Like To Jes' Git Out And Rest, And Not Work At Nothin' Else!

As One Who Cons At Evening O'er An Album All Alone, And Muses On The Faces Of The Friends That He Has Known, So I Turn The Leaves Of Fancy, Till In Shadowy Design I Find The Smiling Features Of An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.

I Don't Know How To Tell It--but Ef Such A Thing Could Be As The Angels Wantin' Boardin', And They'd Call Around On Me-- I'd Want To 'ccommodate 'em--all The Whole-in-durin' Flock-- When The Frost Is On The Punkin And The Fodder's In The Shock.