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) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_H._Woodin
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