-On Another's Sorrow-
Can I see another's woe and not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief and not seek for kind relief?
Can I see a falling tear and not feel my sorrow's 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 sorrow 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?
No never can it be.
Never never can it be.
-William Blake-