Bertha's Christmas Vision – An Autumn Sheaf. Alger Horatio Jr.
birds still sing in the leafy tree
That shadows the open door:
We heed them not; for we think of the voice
That we shall hear no more.
We think of him at eventide,
And gaze on his vacant chair
With a longing heart, that will scarce believe
That Charlie is not there.
We seem to hear his ringing laugh,
And his bounding step at the door;
But, alas! there comes the sorrowful thought—
We shall never hear them more!
We shall walk sometimes to his little grave,
In the pleasant summer hours;
We will speak his name in a softened voice,
And cover his grave with flowers;
We will think of him in his heavenly home—
His heavenly home so fair;
And we will trust with a hopeful trust
That we shall meet him there.
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