I Am Going There
or, The Death of Little Eva

By John S. Adams
Adapted to a Favorite Melody.
Boston: Oliver Ditson, 1852.

Harry Birdoff Collection
Harriet Beecher Stowe Center

Written and inscribed to
the readers of Uncle Tom's Cabin.

"O, if she would only wake and speak once
more!" he said; and stooping over her, he
spoke in her ear, "Eva darling."
The large, blue eyes unclosed, a smile passed
over her face; she tried to raise her head
and to speak. "Do you know me Eva."
"Dear papa," said the child, with a last
effort, throwing her arms about his neck.
In a moment they dropped again.
      "Uncle Tom," said Eva, "I am going there."
      "Where, Miss Eva!"
      The child rose and pointed her little hand to
      the sky; the glow of evening lit her golden
      hair and flush'd cheek with a kind of unearthly
      radiance, and her eyes were bent earnestly
      on the skies.

"I am going there, I am going there,"
    She said in a voice so gently sweet,
That Uncle Tom smooth'd her golden hair,
    And mused like a child at Eva's feet.

Then he thought that her hands had thinner grown,
    Her skin more clear, her breath more short,
That he, poor Tom, would be left alone
    With the lessons fair Eva to him had taught.

And weaker she grew as the months flew past,
    And calling her father she sweetly said:--
"O Father, my strength it is failing fast,
    Do let me speak ere it all hath fled!"

Then she spake to her friends--"forever love
    All that is holy, and good, and fair";
And to Uncle Tom--"we shall meet above--
    Above--with the holy angels there."

"Sweet Eva, my darling," the father said,
    "Do you know me dear Eva, say, oh say!"
Then the child sprang up from its dying bed,
    But fell again, for its strength gave way.

In a breathless silence her friends came round;
    While her large clear eyes so fix'd and fair,
Look'd up to heaven--and a whispering sound
    Said gently and sweetly--"I'm going there."

A glorious smile o'er her features played,
    Seldom seen in a changing world like this,
Then the gentlest of earth--sweet Eva--strayed
    Forth to a world of endless bliss.

Good bye to thee Eva, the tomb hath not
    A treasure more dear in its close embrace.
Good bye, but thou never shalt be forgot,
    Thy mem'ry in many a heart hath place.


  David Tate, James Stewart, Constance Harrington
PIANO: Lynne Mackey

Recorded by Bill Dudley
Produced by Bill Wellington

RECORDED at Mennonite Media
Harrisonburg, Virginia
©2007 Well-In-Tune, Inc., Staunton VA
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Audio encoding at the Digital Media Center,
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