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.

A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

The more sympathy you give, the less you need.

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

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller,

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.

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have
need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion read more

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?