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In Memoriam

STANLEY R. ANDERSON

AWAY

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.

Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Mild and gentle as he was brave--
When the sweetest love of his life he gave
To simple things: where the violets grew
Blue as the eyes they were likened to,

The touches of his hands have strayed
As reverently as his lips have prayed;
Think of him still as the same, I say:
He is not dead--he is just away!

--James Whitcomb Riley