'He is my friend,' I said,-- <br />'Be patient!' Overhead <br />The skies were drear and dim; <br />And lo! the thought of him <br />Smited on my heart--and then <br />The sun shone out again! <br /> <br />'He is my friend!' The words <br />Brought summer and the birds; <br />And all my winter-time <br />Thawed into running rhyme <br />And rippled into song, <br />Warm, tender, brave, and strong. <br /> <br />And so it sings to-day.-- <br />So may it sing alway! <br />Though waving grasses grow <br />Between, and lilies blow <br />Their trills of perfume clear <br />As laughter to the ear, <br />Let each mute measure end <br />With 'Still he is thy friend.'<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-205/
