I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

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.

We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.

We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the read more

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
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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?

Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.

Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.

The secrets of life are not shown except to sympathy and
likeness.

The secrets of life are not shown except to sympathy and
likeness.

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.