Songs of Innocence and Experience

<h3><SPAN name="19">ON ANOTHER&#8217;S SORROW</SPAN></h3> Can I see another&#8217;s woe,<br/> And not be in sorrow too?<br/> Can I see another&#8217;s grief,<br/> And not seek for kind relief? <br/><br/>Can I see a falling tear,<br/> And not feel my sorrow&#8217;s share?<br/> Can a father see his child<br/> Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? <br/><br/>Can a mother sit and hear<br/> An infant groan, an infant fear?<br/> No, no! never can it be!<br/> Never, never can it be! <br/><br/>And can He who smiles on all<br/> Hear the wren with sorrows small,<br/> Hear the small bird&#8217;s grief and care,<br/> Hear the woes that infants bear&#8212; <br/><br/>And not sit beside the nest,<br/> Pouring pity in their breast,<br/> And not sit the cradle near,<br/> Weeping tear on infant&#8217;s tear? <br/><br/>And not sit both night and day,<br/> Wiping all our tears away?<br/> O no! never can it be!<br/> Never, never can it be! <br/><br/>He doth give His joy to all:<br/> He becomes an infant small,<br/> He becomes a man of woe,<br/> He doth feel the sorrow too. <br/><br/>Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,<br/> And thy Maker is not by:<br/> Think not thou canst weep a tear,<br/> And thy Maker is not near. <br/><br/>O He gives to us His joy,<br/> That our grief He may destroy:<br/> Till our grief is fled and gone<br/> He doth sit by us and moan. <br/><br/><hr><br/> <h2><SPAN name="II">SONGS OF EXPERIENCE</SPAN></h2> <hr width="150"><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />