The Hostel, or Inn, VI

Why stands that chair So empty there, Whilst anxious eyes are cast around; And looks that show They do not know Where one so worthy may be found? The chair, they vow, shall empty stand, To shew their loyalty and truth; For each and all, this huntsman-band, Admired and loved the gallant youth; And said they, with a passing tear, “How much we miss his presence here.”