Sunday, August 17, 2014

A Fame That Never Ends

He was a friend
Whose heart was good;
Who walked with men
And understood;

His was a voice
That spoke to cheer,
And fell like music
On the ear.

His was a smile
Men loved to see;
His was a hand
That asked no fee
For friendliness
Or kindness done.

And now that he
has journeyed on
his is a fame
That never ends;
but leaves behind
Uncounted friends.

(In Memory of William H. Woodin} (Sec of Treasury that took the US off the gold standard, was a coin collector)

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