What seemeth the end of
a perfect day
As the twilight falls and our
thoughts crowd in;
Have we shared our joys
and carols gay
To make happy the heart
of a friend?
It seemeth the end of a
perfect day,
If with colors that will
not fade,
Experience has painted
deep in our hearts,
The love of a friend we've
made.
V.C.
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