Reach Your Hand To Me

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Title:     Reach Your Hand To Me
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

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 selfsame way--
Still somewhere the path must end--
Reach your hand to me, my friend!

[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: Reach Your Hand To Me

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