His Hall of Fame

He never wrote a startling book

     Or made a speech to thrill the heart;

He never led a light brigade

     Or entered in the world of art.

In fact he never did a thing

     So that the world has heard his name,

And so of course there’ll be no slab

     For him within the Hall of Fame.

He simply lived an upright life,

     And loved his wife and family;

He worked all day and tilled the soil,

     And owed not a man, did he.

He was a type of perfect man,

     And lived a life removed from blame;

He knows that he will have a niche

     In heaven’s higher Hall of Fame.

Nov. 10, ‘10