Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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IN MEMORY OF EVERYBODY S FRIEND MARSE JIM (JAMES HAYWOOD SOUTHGATE) © ACK to his mother earth who gave. Hath turned a giant son! But ere she wrapped him in her grave She found his task well done. With towering brow and pond ' rous brain He brought back days of old. When shepherd hill and starlit plain Built manhood strong and bold. The robin and the redbird found A haven on his hill ; He watched the neld mouse in the ground. And loved the daffodil. He loved the clouds that passe! along; The lightning ' s flash and flight; He loved the gentle cricket ' s song When quiet f.Iled the night. Gone from our strength and from our hills The counsel of a friend. Who gave us hope and lofty calls And stood us to the end. His heart was like the big outdoors. His eye the glad sunshine; His voice seemed as the sea that roars A mystic peace, divine. There was a generous fireside glow Within his cabin home. Where young and old might come and Where memory might roam. None can forget the genial smile. The bounding, inward joy He gave in that old-fashioned style, How poes the world. Old Boy ' He dwelt upon the sunlit hills Where God ' s great winds go by: He loved the rhythm of the rills. He loved the wondrous sky. The sweetness of the upturned soil. The fragrance of the hay. And rugged, honest sons of toil Made glad each closing day. He seemed a part of all we owned— The home, the church, the school; Sweet charity his life enthroned. He lived the golden rule. On rostrum or at banquet mirth. At desk or ' mid the crowds, He lived with feet upon the earth And head above the clouds. Where ' er he touched his mother earth, She gleamed with beauty rare: ITe gave a rich and hallowed worth To land and sea and air. His was the universal life That knows nor time nor place. That struggles with a kindly strife To leave a manlier race. — D. W. Newsom