We shall meet,
but we shall miss him.
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him
while we bring our evening prayer.
When a year ago we gathered,
joy was in his
At
the forest side,
sad and lonely,
often wilt the bosom swell.
At remembrance
of the story,
our noble Willie fell.
Now he strove to bear the banner
through the thickest of the fire,
and uphold
our country's
honor
in the strength
of manhood's might.
We shall meet,
but we shall
miss him.
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him while we bring our evening prayer.
We shall meet,
but we shall miss him.
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall
linger to caress him while we bring our evening prayer.
While we bring
our blessed prayer.