And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,/ So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,/ The smiles that win, the tints that glow,/ But tell of days in goodness spent, /A mind at peace with all below,/ A heart whose love is innocent!(Photo by Mike Ehrmann/Getty Images)
He walked in beauties, stuck it where he could,
out stood upon his field and then - handled his own woods.
Opposing teams would shake and quake, and
Tremble in his his midst. Brave Laurence of Chipperdom
Excelled on many lists. He's still there, and that's all
Right. We wish him well, and all. Those tomahawks can
Scalp the bust we'll find, disgusted, in the Hall.