When our hopes and dreams grow faded

REMINISCENCE

When our hopes and dreams grow faded,

And we miss the friends who cared,

And old times are consecrated

By the golden hours we’ve shared;

When the streets we tread so long ago

Come back to haunt our dreams,

And we treasure those we used to know

And conjure up old schemes;

When old associates fill our heart

And refresh our weary mind,

And we feel as one though miles apart

And old woes wax sublime;

When our flesh at best contains us

And we’re far from hearth and friend,

May fond memories then sustain us

Till we meet at last again. SC