From the New York Tribune, October 22, 1912. He didn’t climb the hills of fame, But kept the middle ground; On history’s pages ne’er his name By any will be found. But he was brave and he was good, And always did his best; And through his life he always stood Face front to every test. Go ask his wife if you would know The record that he made; And to his little children go, Ask them how daddy played. And then go ask his neighbors, too, And hear them sing his praise; They’ll tell you he was kind and true, That honor marked his ways. Greatness is not by numbers told, Nor always written down On history’s pages; all that’s gold Goes not into a crown. But men are great who day by day Are cheerful, kind and true, And give their best along life’s way Of service to the few.