On Anothers Sorrow

The poem

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