To The Inexpressible Globe – Golf Poetry

TO THE INEXPRESSIBLE GLOBE

STAY there, thou ball, stay there! 
Upon thy sandy scat, 
Stay there! 
What though I'm in a torrid heat? 
What though I fix on thee my eye? 
What though I swing my club on high? 
Never you mind ! 
Stay there! 

Stay there, thou ball, stay there! 
By hurtling clubs unstirred. 
Stay there ! 
It's true my words were best unheard; 
It's true the match for me looks blue; 
It's true I've lost my temper, too — 
But don't let that unsettle you ! 
Never you mind ! 
Stay there ! 
(It stayed there.) 

E. M. Griffith, in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921.

I was unable to find anything definitive, but it seems likely that E.M. Griffith is Edward Merriam Griffith, best known as Wisconsin’s first state forester. Born in 1872, he attended Yale, and then school in Germany because there was no school of forestry in the US. After working for the US Department of Agriculture studying forests in Hawaii, the Philippine, Japan, India, Australia and Germany, he was hired by Wisconsin as its first State Forester in 1904. He served in that position until he retired in 1915.