We are all here!
     Father, Mother,
     Sister, Brother,
All who hold each other dear.
Each chair is filled — we’re all at home,
To-night let no cold stranger come;
It is not often thus around
Our old familiar hearth we’re found.
Bless, then, the meeting and the spot;
For once be every care forgot;
Let gentle Peace assert her power,
And kind Affection rule the hour;
      We’re all — all here.

      We’re not all here!
Some are away — the dead ones dear,
Who thronged with us this ancient hearth,
And gave the hour to guiltless mirth.
Fate, with a stern, relentless hand,
Looked in and thinned our little band;

Some like a night-flash passed away,
And some sank, lingering, day by day;
The quiet graveyard — some lie there —
And cruel Ocean has his share —
      We’re not all here.

      We are all here!
Even they — the dead — though dead, so dear.
Fond Memory, to her duty true,
Brings back their faded forms to view.
How life-like, through the mist of years,
Each well-remembered face appears!
We see them as in times long past;
From each to each kind looks are cast;
We hear their words, their smiles behold,
They’re round us as they were of old —

We are all here.
We are all here!

Father, Mother,
     Sister, Brother,
You that I love with love so dear.
This may not long.of us be said;
Soon must we join the gathered dead;
And by the hearth we now sit round,
Some other circle will be found.
O, then, that wisdom may we know,
Which yields a life of peace below!
So, in the world to follow this,
May each repeat, in words of bliss,
         We’re all — all here!