The body of Burgess Laughlin

May lie in lifeless coffin,

But stands his spirit brave

O’er time’s tempestuous wave.

He lives in words clear-spoken,

As all his strength, unbroken,

Lifts up his thoughts refined

From one objective mind.

Severe he was full measure,

Strict logic all his pleasure;

For Aristotle’s light

He dug with all his might.

Work did not get him wealthy;

Spare, and not always healthy,

Yet carved he his own niche

And I, I call him rich.

We, praising his good living,

Full honors now are giving,

While with proud tears we say,

“A real man passed this way.”