The Collected Poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar : | ||
Sympathy
The tear another's tears bring forth,
The sigh which answers sigh,
The pulse that beats at other's woes,
E'en though our own be nigh,
The sigh which answers sigh,
The pulse that beats at other's woes,
E'en though our own be nigh,
A balm to bathe the wounded heart
Where sorrow's hand hath lain,
The link divine from soul to soul
That makes us one in pain,—
Where sorrow's hand hath lain,
The link divine from soul to soul
That makes us one in pain,—
Sweet sympathy, benignant ray,
Light of the soul doth shine;
In it is human nature giv'n
A touch of the divine.
Light of the soul doth shine;
In it is human nature giv'n
A touch of the divine.
The Collected Poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar : | ||