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Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart
Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.
When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is
for our sympathies, for the manner read more
But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is
for our sympathies, for the manner in which we regard it, and for
the tone in which we discuss it. What shall we say, then, with
regard to it? On which side shall we stand?
Friends are the pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes they lean on you, and sometimes it's read more
Friends are the pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes they lean on you, and sometimes it's just enough to know that they are standing by.
World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.
World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.
The man who melts
With social sympathy, though not allied,
Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.
The man who melts
With social sympathy, though not allied,
Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.