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! James Whitcomb Riley poemhunter.com/poem/reach-your-hand-to-me/