My Friend

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When first I looked upon the face of Pain

I shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foe

Who stands with dagger poised, as for a blow.

I was in search of Pleasure and of Gain;

I turned aside to let him pass: in vain;

He looked straight in my eyes and would not go.

"Shake hands," he said; "our paths are one, and so

We must be comrades on the way, 'tis plain."

I felt the firm clasp of his hand on mine;

Through all my veins it sent a strengthening glow.

I straightway linked my arm in his, and lo!

He led me forth to joys almost divine;

With God's great truths enriched me in the end:

And now I hold him as my dearest friend.

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler