William Blake

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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