CARD OF THANKS - Gunerius C. Lee

A living plant, full packed with blom
Arrived to help dispel the gloom
That somehow always hangs around
Wherever dread disease is found.
Although the plant itself will die
Its fragrance will be in the sky
thus may the plant a symbol be
Of humans just like you and me:
The body dies, for die it must
And in the grave return to dust;
The soul speeds upward in its flight
To regions of eternal light
Where mansions are prepared for all
Who have obeyed the Savior’s call.

Now thanks to all you friends of mine.
I’d like to drop you each a line
But I am short of manpower now
And that makes writing hard somehow.
The Lord wil bless you I am sure
For acts so kind, unselfish, pure.

Gunerius C. Lee

1871-1943