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He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart read more
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
Made answer to my word.
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.
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.
We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
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.
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
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.
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion read more
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how
dwelleth the love of God in him?
