Few would prove nobler than our mentor, Roy,
Who celebrated even that of truth
Which sprung e'en from that fountainhead of joy
And blest his soul e'en from his early youth.
He was a poet, friend and peerless sage
Who found a way to touch both soul and heart
Of anyone with whom he did engage,
As he did prove, in skill and tenor, Art.
He was (should need require) a ready guide
Who, judging not, revealed a better way
Which could not be (were best preferred) denied,
Nor trumped by poets in some prudent lay.
Few nobler were, e'en were they of his ilk,
Or smoother were, as he transcended silk!