The Vacant Chair
We shall meet, but we shall miss him, There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him, When we breathe our ev'ning pray'r..
When a year ago we gather'd, Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But the golden cord is severed, And our hopes in ruin lie.
We shall meet, but we shall miss him, there will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him, When we breathe our evening Pray'r.
At our fireside, sad and lonely, Often will the bosom swell,
At remembrance of the story, how our noble Willie fell;
How he strove to bear our banner, thro 'the thickest of the fight
And up-hold our country's' honor in the strength of manhood's' might.
True they tell us wreaths of glory Evermore will deck his brow,
But this sooth's the anguish only, Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now
Sleep to day O early fallen, In thy green and narrow bed
Dirges form the pine and cypress Mingle with the tears we shed.