Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep.

'For washed in life's river, My bright mane forever Shall shine like the gold As Iguard o'er the fold.'

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others' woe.

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovi…

All for myself the sigh would swell, The tear of anguish start; I little knew what wilder woe Had filled the Poet's heart. I did not know the nights of gloom, …