by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Dear Hand
Language: English 
Dear hand, close held in mine, 
Thy touch brings joy divine; 
My rest from storm and doubt, 
The hope I cannot live without. 
The tender clasp of thine 
Speaks from thy soul to mine 
Of rest from weary strife, 
And sweet content in life. 
And more, when life is done,
 Thy touch will lead me on

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "Dear Hand"

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This text was added to the website: 2025-08-06
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