A Friend or Two by W. D. Nesbit

There's all of pleasure
and all of peace
In a friend or two;
And all your troubles may
find release
With a friend or two;
It's in the grip of the clasping
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
comes 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 brimthe goblet
and quaff the toast
To a friend or two,
For glad the man who can
always boast
Of a friend or two;
The fairest sight ia a
friendly face,
The bilthest tread is a
friendly pace,
And heaven will be a better place
For a friend or two.


W.D. Nesbit - 1907