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. 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. 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 Through the thickest of the fight, And uphold our country's honor In the strength of manhood's night. 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. True, they tell us wreaths of glory Ever more will deck his brow, But this soothes the anguish only Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now. Sleep today, Oh early fallen, In thy green and narrow bed, Dirges from the pine and cypress, Mingle with the tears we shed. 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.