Biography of Douglas Malloch
Douglas Malloch (May 5, 1877 – July 2, 1938) was an American poet, short-story writer and Associate Editor of American Lumberman, a trade paper in Chicago. He became known as a "Lumberman's poet" both locally and nationally. He is noted for writing Round River Drive and "Be the Best of Whatever You Are" in addition to many other creations. He was commissioned to write the Michigan State Song.
Brother Malloch, as he was called, was born in Muskegon, Michigan which was known as a center of the lumbering industry. He grew up amidst the forest, logging camps, sawmills and lumber yards. He became famous among the people of twentieth century involved in the lumbering industry. He married Helen Miller, a newswoman who was founder of the National Federation of Press Women.
Douglas Malloch Poems
Be the Best of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a scrub in the valley — but be The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
It's Fine Today
Sure, this world is full of trouble I ain't said it ain't. Lord, I've had enough and double
Members Or Masons
Oh, his hair was a white as the snow that we tread, With a little black cap on the back of his head, And he trembled a bit, but I saw in his eyes
We'll twine some holly on the chandelier, We'll hang a 'Merry Christmas!' on the wall; Remember, brothers, Christmas time is near,
Make Me Mellow
Some would have Spring within the heart, But I, some mellow month in mine Like old October: flowers depart,
The Masonry Of Spring
Men say, 'How wonderful is Spring!' I say, 'How marvelous is man!' For Spring no more can gladness bring
Brick by brick the Masons builded Till the highest cross was gilded With the glory of the sun, Till the noble task was done.
The Little Lodge Of Long Ago
The Little Lodge of long ago — It wasn't very much for show; Men met above the village store,
Always A Mason
Let no king quite put off his crown! I still would have him kingly when In some old inn the king sat down
Fine men have walked this way before, Whatever Lodge your Lodge may be; Whoever stands before the door,
Father's lodge, I well remember, wasn't large as lodges go, There was trouble in December
The Road Of Masonry
Men build a road of Masonry Across the hills and dales, Unite the prairie and the sea,
The Road Of Masonry
Men build a road of Masonry
Across the hills and dales,
Unite the prairie and the sea,
The mountains and the vales,
They cross the chasm, bridge the stream,
They point to where the turrets gleam,
And many men for many a day
Who seek the heights shall find the way.