Tread softly through the open door, Be quiet on the stair; His gentle presence lingers yet, There is no vacant chair. In the master's room we see his form, The smile upon his face, And clasp again the loving hand Of that dear old man of grace. We catch once more the welcoming In clear cut eyes of blue And feel the blessing heaven-sent, He had for me and you. His room it is a holy place That brings the reverent tears; The memories it holds will last Through all the coming years. May we, dear Father, fill our lives With deeds like his and prayer That passing through the open door We leave no vacant chair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN |