To David McLaughlin

Here stands a man, a deeply caring man, Confirmed in love of fellow and this place, Still firm while cataracts of passion ran About him, constant in his special grace.

Beset with anguish, he saw reason spurned By those who claim all virtue for their cause, Who in their ecstasy of little learned Show scorn for discipline of love and laws.

Staunch in his will to lead the way to calm, Assuming burdens of abuse and wrath, He chose the way that seemed the lesser harm And kept his footing on the higher path;

Built plant and finance and improved rewards For those who carry on the College name, Heard both alumni protest and applause And bade them keep the joy of Dartmouth's fame

He gave himself as few may ever know To hold his middle course, all unafraid, 'Til time was right, then graciously let go. Of such fine stuff as this are heroes made