Were saying, “I wish he were 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 miss me at home,
To know that they miss me at home.’”
Tears rushed into the girl’s eyes and a sob broke from her lips. “Do they miss me, I wonder?” she said brokenly. “Oh, mother, mother! How little do you think that I am wandering about in the woods without a place to lay my head. Mother, mother!”
“‘Do they set me a chair near the table,
When evening’s home pleasures are nigh,
When the candles are lit in the parlor,