Edward Everett Hale pays this tribute to the pioneer:
What was his name? I do not know his name;
I only know he heard God’s voice and came;
Brought all he loved across the sea,
To live and work for God--and me;
Felled the ungracious oak,
Dragged from the soil,
With torrid toil,
Thrice-gnarled roots and stubborn rock,
With plenty piled the haggard mountain-side,
And at the end, without memorial died;
No blaring trumpet sounded out his fame;
He lived, he died; I do not know his name.
No form of bronze and no memorial stones
Show me the place where lies his moldering bones,
Only a cheerful city stands,
Built by his hardened hands;
Only ten thousand homes
Where every day
The cheerful play
Of love and hope and courage comes.
These are his monuments, and these alone;
There is no form of bronze and no memorial stone.
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