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!
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