On Another's 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 allHear the wren with sorrows small,Hear the small birds grief & careHear the woes that infants bear—

And not sit beside the nestPouring pity in their breast,And not sit the cradle nearWeeping tear on infants 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 destroyTill our grief is fled & goneHe doth sit by us and moan