Henry Webster left Zanesville and eventually met Joseph Webster (I'm still not sure whether they were related or not), who was looking for lyrics to a song he had. And the rest is history.
The first part of "Lorena":
Ih the years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the ground again.
The sun's low down in the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flow'rs have been.
But the heart beats on as warmly now,
As when the summer days were night.
Oh, the sun can never dip so low,
A-down affection's cloudless sky.
--Old Secesh
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