Andrew Francis Lockhart

“ An' the world will ne'er thrill at the sound o' his name;
But he lov'd all mankind on the highway o' life;
He lov'd nature's wild haunts, far away from the strife;
He was kind to his fellows, the high an' the low;
An' his friends would oft whisper: "We all love him so!"
He liv'd in a house by the side of the road.
An' a hundred times over would share the sad load
Of a wanderin' pilgrim who stopp'd in the shade
For a moment o' rest. While the warm sunshine play'd
On the face of the man with his cheery, "hello"—
An' the travelers could not help lovin' him so. ”