A Friend or Two

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A Friend Or Two

Wilbur D. Nesbit

There's all of pleasure and all of peace

In a friend or two;

And all your troubles may find release

Within a friend or two;

It's in the grip of the sleeping hand

On native soil or in alien land,

But the world is made-do you understand-

Of a friend or two.

A song to sing, and a crust to share

With a friend or two;

A smile to give and a grief to bear

With a friend or two;

A road to walk and a goal to win,

An inglenook to find comfort in,

The gladdest hours that we know begin

With a friend or two.

A little laughter;perhaps some tears

With a friend or two;

The days, the weeks, and the months and years

With a friend or two;

A vale to cross and a hill to climb,

A mock at age and a jeer at time-

The prose of life takes the lilt of rhyme

With a friend or two.

The brother-soul and the brother-heart

Of a friend or two

Make us drift on from the crowd apart,

With a friend or two;

For come days happy or come days sad

We count no hours but the ones made glad

By the hale good times we have ever had

With a friend or two.

Then brim the goblet and quaff the toast

To a friend or two,

For glad the man who can always boast

of a friend or two;

But fairiest sight is a friendly face,

The blithest tread is a friendly pace

And heaven will be a better place

For a friend or two.

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