Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't

You And I By Henry Alford My Hand Is Lonely For Your Clasping, Dear; My Ear Is Tired Waiting For Your Call. I Want Your Strength To Help, Your Laugh To Cheer; Heart, Soul And Senses Need You, One And All. I Droop Without Your Full, Frank Sympathy; We Ought To Be Together—you And I; We Want Each Other So, To Comprehend The Dream, The Hope, Things Planned, Or Seen, Or Wrought. Companion, Comforter And Guide And Friend, As Much As Love Asks Love, Does Thought Ask Thought. Life Is So Short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You And I.

Frosting Freedom Is Just Frosting On Somebody Else's Cake-- And So Must Be Till We Learn How To Bake.

It Has Seemed To Me That Most People Are Generally Good, In Every Race And In Every Country Where I Have Been.

Misery Is When You Heard On The Radio That The Neighborhood You Live In Is A Slum But You Always Thought It Was Home.

I Dream A World... Where Wretchedness Will Hang Its Head And Joy, Like A Pearl, Attends The Needs Of All Mankind. Of Such I Dream, My World!