Name/Title
AU Lambert, Alva Elwood - 1916-03-12 - 'Poem to Reece Lambert'Entry/Object ID
2004.1.4Context
Muncie Ind Mch 12 — 1916
Your letter rec'd dear Uncle
And I'm mighty glad to say
That I feel [???] not forgotten
By you e'en to this day
When I wrote that little [???]
That I sent to you last fall
As I often write a letter
Or some verses, when they all
Have gone to bed and left me
Sitting so quite and mum
Thinking and looking backward
Of my old Ohio home
Well Uncle I wrote that poem
In a hurry, I started to say
And when no answer came thought
Your feelings I'd hurt, by the way
Believe me uncle, your letter
Brought scenes of other years
As I thought of the many loved ones
Gone home and waiting there
To greet us, where life immortal
Shall ours forever be
There upwards and onward ever
Close by the Crystal Sea
There friends shall be united
Our sorrows there shall cease
We'll take up the glorious song
Never ending, eternal peace
Now Uncle come and see us
I believe you'd enjoy it, I would
To talk together of old times
We could talk all night, I could
Now can't you come dear Uncle
The fishing in June is fine
Just come and bring Aunt Lydia
And bring your hook and line
Leave Columbus A.M. at seven
Come over the Pan Handle route
And get off at Union City
And the first Interurban take out
To Muncie, now don't forget it
We'll look for you, yes we will
We'll talk together of old times
And not go to bed until
We have burnt some oil, dear uncle
And the scenes of other years
Are refreshed and brought before us
E'en not that joy appears
You and my father, Uncle
Are all that are left today
Of those Aunts and many Uncles
When I was a boy so gay
The journey of life is nearing
To some, we know not the day
When the Master shall surely call us
May we ever be ready to say.
