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.

His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

Sympathy is a virtue unknown in nature.

Sympathy is a virtue unknown in nature.

We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.

We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.

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?

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.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

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.