Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.

Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
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In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.

Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.

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.

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.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.