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.

Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart

Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.

Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.

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.

The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy
and sorrow.

The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy
and sorrow.

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.

Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.

Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.

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.