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Poem 19: ON ANOTHER'S SORROW
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| | Can I see another's woe, | |
| | And not be in sorrow too? | |
| | Can I see another's grief, | |
| | And not seek for kind relief? | |
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| | Can I see a falling tear, | |
| | And not feel my sorrow's share? | |
| | Can a father see his child | |
| | Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? | |
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| | Can a mother sit and hear | |
| | An infant groan, an infant fear? | |
| | No, no! never can it be! | |
| | Never, never can it be! | |
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| | And can He who smiles on all | |
| | Hear the wren with sorrows small, | |
| | Hear the small bird's grief and care, | |
| | Hear the woes that infants bear - | |
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| | And not sit beside the nest, | |
| | Pouring pity in their breast, | |
| | And not sit the cradle near, | |
| | Weeping tear on infant's tear? | |
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| | And not sit both night and day, | |
| | Wiping all our tears away? | |
| | O no! never can it be! | |
| | Never, never can it be! | |
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| | He doth give His joy to all: | |
| | He becomes an infant small, | |
| | He becomes a man of woe, | |
| | He doth feel the sorrow too. | |
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| | Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, | |
| | And thy Maker is not by: | |
| | Think not thou canst weep a tear, | |
| | And thy Maker is not near. | |
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| | O He gives to us His joy, | |
| | That our grief He may destroy: | |
| | Till our grief is fled and gone | |
| | He doth sit by us and moan. | |
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