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| CAN I see another’s woe, | |
| And not be in sorrow too? | |
| Can I see another’s grief, | |
| And not seek for kind relief? | |
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| Can I see a falling tear, | 5 |
| And not feel my sorrow’s share? | |
| Can a father see his child | |
| Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d? | |
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| Can a mother sit and hear | |
| An infant groan, an infant fear? | 10 |
| No, no! never can it be! | |
| Never, never can it be! | |
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| And can He who smiles on all | |
| Hear the wren with sorrows small, | |
| Hear the small bird’s grief and care, | 15 |
| Hear the woes that infants bear, | |
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| And not sit beside the nest, | |
| Pouring pity in their breast; | |
| And not sit the cradle near, | |
| Weeping tear on infant’s tear; | 20 |
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| And not sit both night and day, | |
| Wiping all our tears away? | |
| O, no! never can it be! | |
| Never, never can it be! | |
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| He doth give His joy to all; | 25 |
| He becomes an infant small; | |
| He becomes a man of woe; | |
| He doth feel the sorrow too. | |
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| Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, | |
| And thy Maker is not by; | 30 |
| Think not thou canst weep a tear, | |
| And thy Maker is not near. | |
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| O! He gives to us His joy | |
| That our grief He may destroy; | |
| Till our grief is fled and gone | 35 |
| He doth sit by us and moan. | |
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