BY (REV.) T. L. DRURY.
To him who loved his fellowman
And noble service gave,
Of leaders true was in the van
And good as he was brave,
We sing our song of praise!
The faithful souls are only great,
Because they live to serve;
Behind the church, behind the state,
Are still their thought and nerve,
Their love sincere and pure!
We honor such by speech and song
In church or banquet hall;
There catch their spirit that is strong,
Which spurs us one and all
To live to thrive and serve!
And great was he, our valiant saint,
Whose noble sentiment,
Whose life and love without complaint
Were all divinely spent
To help his fellowman!
No laurels won by soldiers brave
In all the fields of war
Can e'er compare with deeds that save
The souls of men; they are
The monuments of God!
The great achievements men attain,
In earthly grandeur seen
Compared to character are vain;
Compared to life serene
They are an empty show!
And this is why we render praise
To those whose service good,
Thro' ages long, thro' mist and maze,
Have fought for brotherhood,
Hence rich their legacy!
To honor him who raised aloft
A race through Christian love,
Can loyal souls not meet too oft
To ever, ever prove
In them his spirit lives!
Troy Times. March 17, 1917