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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

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