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(School for the Blind, Wethersfield Ave., Hartford, Conn.)
There's a day that comes from the sunny past, / Where it lives in friendship's bowers; / And it whispers soft of a hallowed scene / In the early spring when the hills were green / And we met for a few brief hours.
'Tis a day long past, but remembered yet / When I stood in your home so dear; / I can see you all as I saw you then, / I can feel the clasp of each hand again / And your welcome words I hear.
O friends beloved, 'tis a golden chain / That binds us heart to heart, / 'Twas woven in light where angels sing / And the roses bloom in eternal spring, / And its links no power can part.
And oft as I muse and my brow is fanned / By a breath from the passing gales, / Though weary my spirit at times may be, / How restful the pleasure that flows to me, / While reading your "Talks and Tales."