On The Frontier

Two giant minds have stamped the mental world,

Instructors of our timess and times to be;

Toiling to bring mankind to harmony,

Smoke from each study on the frontier curled.

They searched more for finality than growth,

Not for the footprint but the thought of God.

They worshiped wisdom in the chastening rod

That scars transgressors, and yet both

Felt beauty as she moves through cycles vast,

And knew the hopefulness that cheers us here

In our promotion toward the perfect sphere:

They loved the future and esteemed the past.

Revere their lives, O man, for ne'er again

Will this old world contain two lovelier men!

-- Edward S. Creamer in New York Sun.