A Wayfaring Song

From The Outlook O WHO will walk a mile with me Along life’s merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and free, And let his frolic fancy play, Like a happy child, through the flowers gay That fill the field and fringe the way Where he walks a mile with me. And who will walk a mile with me Along life’s weary way? A friend whose heart has eyes to see The stars shine out o’er the darkening lea, And the quiet rest at the end o’ the day,— A friend who knows, and dares to say, The brave, sweet words that cheer the way Where he walks a mile with me. With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would walk till journeys end, Through summer sunshine, winter rain, And then?—Farewell, we shall meet again!

Collection: 
English
Henry Van Dyke
Sub Title: 
Poems of Friendship

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