FILL THE VACANT CHAIR.
Copyright. 1896, by Ed. E. Treumann & Co.
Words by M. Maurice. Music by Ed. E. Treumann.
On a street In this great city, at the close of one bright day,
Hours of business being over, folks were on their homeward way;
I strolled along at leisure on that busy thoroughfare,
When I saw on yonder corner a crowd assembled there:
I strayed among that busy throng, a sad scene met my gaze,
An old man pale and haggard, a girl with tearful face,
It was the old, old story, a daughter gone astray,
The father, sadly pleading, these words to her did say:
Come home and be our sunshine, the past we will forget,
Don't blight our lives with sorrow and with care:
Your mother's heart is aching just to see you once again:
Come home with me and fill the vacant chair.
The pleadings of the father brought back to her once more
Fond thoughts of home and mother, the happy days of yore;
Sue threw her arms around him and kissed his careworn face,
The past was all forgotten in that one fond embrace.
I'll try and live life o'er again, with sobbing voice she said,
I've caused you care and sorrow, but we'll he happy yet,
Then with their faces all aglow, for home they did depart,
The crowd dispersed with tearful eyes, that scene had touched
each heart.- Cho