A rose to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead. - Nixon Waterman

No man can feel himself alone
The while he bravely stands
Between the best friends ever known
His two good, honest hands.

Though life is made up of mere bubbles,
'T is better than many aver,
For while we've a whole lot of troubles,
The most of them never occur.

If I knew you and you knew me—
If both of us could clearly see,
And with an inner sight divine
The meaning of your heart and mine
I'm sure that we would differ less
And clasp our hands in friendliness:
Our thoughts would pleasantly agree,
If I knew you and you knew me.