ERWIN HOLT
In life’s highway I meet all sorts of men,
The loud-mouthed man or human thunderbolt;
Then smiles on me a man of head and heart,
A gentle, noble soul like Erwin Holt.
Another man is ever in a rut,
To self and all a weary, lifeless dolt;
Like showers then to thirsty famished earth
Are spirit life and deeds of Erwin Holt.
Still other men are working hard for pelf,
And passing give your peaceful heart a jolt;
What joy to turn away from men like these,
And feel the healing balm of Erwin Holt.
Oh for more men who’re full of highest life,
Who ’gainst all vileness join in strong revolt,
With mind to think and hand to ever bless
Their fellowmen like happy Erwin Holt.