1813–1903

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Born: June 10, 1813, Pro­vi­dence, Rhode Is­land.

Died: Oc­to­ber 1, 1903, New­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

Buried: Or­ig­in­al­ly in For­est Hills Ce­me­te­ry, Ja­mai­ca Plain, Mas­sa­chu­setts. His grand­son, Charles Pit­kin, had the re­mains dis­in­terred and cre­ma­ted in 1919, for rea­sons unk­nown.

Vacant Chair sheet music

Biography

Henry was the hus­band of Ma­ria Car­lisle Lor­ing.

He grew up in Kings­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts, and was edu­cat­ed at Wor­ces­ter and Brown Uni­vers­ity, Pro­vi­dence, Rhode Is­land.

He went in­to the ma­nu­fac­tur­ing bu­si­ness in Wor­ces­ter and Bos­ton, and in 1875 be­came pre­si­dent of the Un­ion Mu­tu­al Life In­sur­ance Com­pa­ny. He served as a Mas­sa­chu­setts state se­na­tor, but is per­haps re­mem­bered as a po­et.

Works

He wrote his well known po­em The Va­cant Chair af­ter the death of Lieu­ten­ant John Will­iam Grout of the 15th Mas­sa­chu­setts Vol­un­teer In­fan­try Re­gi­ment (1843–1861), killed dur­ing the Ame­ri­can civ­il war Bat­tle of Ball’s Bluff in Lou­doun Coun­ty, Vir­gin­ia. The poem, set to mu­sic George Root, is fea­tured on the sound­track and played dur­ing Ken Burns’ 1990 do­cu­ment­ary series, The Civ­il War.

Washburn’s oth­er works in­clude:

Poem

The Vacant Chair

We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
When we breathe our evening prayer;
When a year ago we gathered,
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden cord is severed,
And our hopes in ruin lie.

At our fireside, sad and lonely,
Often will the bosom swell
At remembrance of the story
How our noble Willie fell;
How he strove to bear our banner
Thro’ the thickest of the fight
And uphold our country’s honor,
In the strength of manhood’s might.

True, they tell us wreaths of glory
Evermore will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only
Sweeping o’er our heartstrings now.
Sleep today, O early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed,
Dirges from the pine and cypress
Mingle with the tears we shed.

Henry Stevenson Washburn
Worcester Spy, 1861

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