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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!