1. We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our evening prayer;
When a year ago we gathered
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden chord is severed
And our hopes in ruin lie.
Chorus:
We shall meet, but we shall miss him
There will be one vacant chair
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our evening prayer;
2. At our fireside, sad and lonely,
Often will the bosom swell,
At remembrance of the story
How our noble hero fell;
How he strove to bear our banner
Through the thickest of the fight,
To uphold our country's honor
In the strength of manhood's might.
Chorus
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