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James Whitcomb Riley - Reach Your Hand To Me
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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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