On The Death of Robert LeChevalier

For Robert LeChevalier,
His life was always his way,
Good science was his highway,
Accomplishment his aim.

With love-of-truth kept young so
His steps of joy, they sprung so
All beauty rang and sung, oh,
So loud with Robb’s dear name

That echoes now still vibrate
With his own will’s great mandate:
“My life and love are my date,
And time is my own flame!”

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