Reach your hand to me, my friend,
With its heartiest caress–
Sometime there will come an end
To its present faithfulness–
Sometime I may ask in vain
For the touch of it again,
When between us land or sea
Holds it ever back from me.
Sometime I may need it so,
Groping somewhere in the night,
It will seem to me as though
Just a touch, however light,
Would make all the darkness day,
And along some sunny way
Lead me through an April-shower
Of my tears to this fair hour.
O the present is too sweet
To go on forever thus!
Round the corner of the street
Who can say what waits for us?–
Meeting–greeting, night and day,
Faring each the self-same way–
Still somewhere the path must end.–
Reach your hand to me, my friend!
(James Whitcomb Riley)
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