Can I see another's woe, <br /> And not be in sorrow too? <br /> Can I see another's grief, <br /> And not seek for kind relief? <br /> <br /> Can I see a falling tear, <br /> And not feel my sorrow's share? <br /> Can a father see his child <br /> Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? <br /> <br /> Can a mother sit and hear <br /> An infant groan, an infant fear? <br /> No, no! never can it be! <br /> Never, never can it be! <br /> <br /> And can He who smiles on all <br /> Hear the wren with sorrows small, <br /> Hear the small bird's grief and care, <br /> Hear the woes that infants bear -- <br /> <br /> And not sit beside the next, <br /> Pouring pity in their breast, <br /> And not sit the cradle near, <br /> Weeping tear on infant's tear? <br /> <br /> And not sit both night and day, <br /> Wiping all our tears away? <br /> Oh no! never can it be! <br /> Never, never can it be! <br /> <br /> He doth give his joy to all: <br /> He becomes an infant small, <br /> He becomes a man of woe, <br /> He doth feel the sorrow too. <br /> <br /> Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, <br /> And thy Maker is not by: <br /> Think not thou canst weep a tear, <br /> And thy Maker is not year. <br /> <br /> Oh He gives to us his joy, <br /> That our grief He may destroy: <br /> Till our grief is fled an gone <br /> He doth sit by us and moan.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-another-s-sorrow/
