When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay.
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?

Well this is the end of a perfect day, 
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For memory has painted this perfect day
With colours that never fade,
And we find, at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.

Carrie Jacobs Bond (1862-1946) "A Perfect Day" (1910 Song)

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