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On Anothers Sorrow
Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.


Can I see a falling tear.

And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.


Can a mother sit and hear.

An infant groan an infant fear--
No no never can it be,
Never never can it be.


And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small.

Hear the small bird's grief & care
Hear the woes that infants bear--

And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast.

And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infant's tear.


And not sit both night & day.

Wiping all our tears away.

O! no never can it be.

Never never can it be.


He doth give his joy to all,
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe
He doth feel the sorrow too.


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.


O! he gives to us his joy.

That our grief he may destroy
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan
Written by: William Blake

Book: Shattered Sighs