Of you, dear friend of yesteryear,
The sweetest memories linger near;
The fragrance of your friendship steals
Within my heart and softly yields
Sweet thoughts of many tears ago,
This trysting time when candles glow
And send their little beam afar
To greet you, friend, where'er you are.
May the Master's arm be holding you
And guiding you in all you do--
For your contentment is my prayer
While friendship's fragrance lingers there.
V.C.
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