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...SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE TO MISS F. B. ON ASKING FOR MRS. BARBAULD'S LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PLORATA VERIS LACHRYMIS by WILLIAM BARNES |