A FRIEND OR TWO

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 one made glad
By the hale good times we have ever had
With a friend or two.

Then brim the goblet and guaff the toast
To a friend or two,
For glad the man who can always boast
To a friend or two,

But the fairest sight is a friendly face
The blithest tread is a friendly pace,
And heaven will be a better place
For a friend or two.

Wibur D. Nesbit

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