Faring each the selfsame way—
Still somewhere the path must end.—
Reach your hand to me, my friend!
TO MY OLD FRIEND, WILLIAM LEACHMAM
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,
Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,
Faring each the selfsame way—
Still somewhere the path must end.—
Reach your hand to me, my friend!
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,
Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,