Shock of white hair,
Always a care
For what mattered in
Life of the Mind

Glasses on nose,
Gifted with prose,
He encouraged us
All to do good.

Loved by the Muses,
through heavín he cruises;
His monuments
Sure here on earth.

Like heroes of old,
In stories retold,
His glory will be
Everlasting.

Hail, son of Myers!
May angels with Lyres
Sing praise for our
Renaissance Man.

Nancy Sultan
July 28, 2003