Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing

Do They Miss Me?

Do they miss me at home? Do they miss me?
      ’Twould be an assurance most dear,
To know at this moment some loved one
      Was saying, “I wish he was here!”
To feel that the group at the fireside
      Were thinking of me as I roam!
Oh, yes! ’twould be joy beyond measure,
      To know that they missed me at home.

When twilight approaches—the season
      That ever was sacred to song—
Does some one repeat my name over,
      And sigh that I tarry so long?
And is there a chord in the music,
      That’s missed when my voice is away?
And a chord in each glad heart that waketh
      Regret at my wearisome stay?

Do they place me a chair at the table,
      When evening’s home pleasures are nigh!
And lamps are lit up in the parlour,
      And stars in the calm azure sky?
And when the “Good Nights” are repeated,
      And each lays them calmly to sleep,
Do they think of the absent, and waft me
      A whispered “Good-Night” o’er the deep?

Do they miss me at home? do they miss me?
      At morning, at noon, or at night,
And lingers one gloomy shade round them,
      That only my presence can light?
Are joys less invitingly welcomed,
      Are pleasures less hailed than before,
Because one is missed from the circle?
      Because I am with them no more?

Oh, yes! they do miss me! kind voices
      Are calling me back as I roam,
And eyes are grown weary with weeping,
      And watch but to welcome me home.
Kind friends, ye shall wait me no longer,
      I’ll hurry me back from the seas;
For how can I tarry when followed
      By watchings and prayers such as these?

The End