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"O, who will walk a mile with me along life's merry way?
A comarade blithe and full of glee, who dares to laugh out loud and free, and let his frolic fancy play, like 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, when he walks a mile with me.
With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would walk till journey's end, through summer sunshine, winter rain, and then?-Farewell, we shall meet again..."
-James Whitcomb Riley