TRIBUTE TO JULIEN J. MEYER

LOUIS S. MEYER
(Julien Meyer's Dad)

          A TRIBUTE TO MY DAD
         
         
        My dad was my ideal
            from the day that I was born.
         No wonder at his parting breath
            the whole world seemed to mourn.
         
        In my boyhood I remember him
            as a man upright and just,
        One that the neighbors called for help,
            a man that they could trust.
         
        To help them with their problems
            be it machinery or thought.
        He always helped them from the heart
            his services weren't bought.
         
        I remember at the age of twelve
            his knowledge I did gain
        Of driving our ten ton tractor
            and threshing the golden grain.
         
        And since that time I've always had
            a machinery fixin' knack.
        I know I got it from my dad
            he put me on the track.
         
        And when I read a magazine
            'bout building a radio,
        "If you want to try it son," he said
            "I'll furnish you with dough."
         
        Yes, these are a few memories
            that dad has left with me
        And when I chose my lovely wife
            he was pleased as he could be.
         
        And when I needed guidance
            or help in any way,
        I knew that I could turn to him
            he knew just what to say.
         
        But, best of all my father
            was a Christian from the heart
        He was a faithful churchman
            willing to do his part.
         
        He always thought of others
            and what he could do for them,
        He never worried 'bout himself
            the Lord took care of him.
        
        And so it was that his last words
            that he spoke from his hospital bed
         "It probably will not be too long
            till we meet again," he said.
         
         And when I called the hospital
            the next night about ten,
         He'd closed his eyes, content with all
            never to open again.
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         Yes my dad had faith and knew where he was going
         in life and in death.  His philosophy of life is
         probably best expressed in the words of William
         Cullen Bryant in this excerpt from the poem
         "Thanatopsis":
         
         "So live that when thy summons comes to join
         The innumerable caravan that moves
         To the pale realms of shade, where each shall
         His chamber in the silent halls of death,
         Thou go not, like a quarry-slave at night,
         Scourage to his dungeon, but, sustained and
         By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
         like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
         About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."
                                         -BRYANT
                                         
                                                        
                             Verses by JULIEN J. MEYER

	
         
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