We are all here

(Here is the poem you asked for Carson, from our reunion)..
We are all here:
Father, Mother,
Sister, Brother,
All who hold each other dear,
Each chair is filled, we are all at home.
Tonight, let no cold stranger come;
It must be 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 affections rule the hour.
We're all - all here.
(Ezra Taft Benson - Improvement Era Dec 1970 adapted from a poem by Charles Sprague)