Biography
He was born in rural Candia, New Hampshire. Foss lost his mother at age four, worked on his father's farm and went to school in the winter. He graduated from Brown University in 1882, and would be considered illustrious enough to warrant having his name inscribed on the mace. Beginning in 1898, he served as librarian at the Somerville Public Library in Massachusetts. He married a minister's daughter, with whom he had a daughter and son. Foss used to write a poem a day for the newspapers, and his five volumes of collected poetry are of the frank and homely “common man” variety.
Longtime baseball announcer Ernie Harwell alluded to one of Foss's poems whenever he described a batter taking a called third strike: "He stood there like the house by the side of the road and watched it go by."
"Bring me men to match my mountains, Bring me men to match my plains, Men with empires in their purpose, And new eras in their brains."
-- Sam Walter Foss, from "The Coming American", July 4, 1894
These words were inscribed on a granite wall at the United States Air Force Academy to inspire cadets and officers, but they were removed in 2003. These words are currently engraved and displayed at EPCOT in Orlando, Florida.
He is buried in the North Burial Ground in Providence, Rhode Island.
Singer Lamya's song "Empires (Bring Me Men)" takes most of its lyrics from The Coming American.
A recitation of Foss' poem "Two Gods" provides the lyrics to the song "A Greater God" by MC 900 Ft. Jesus.
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