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SYMPATHY.

Deny you that your body ails?
Oh then it is your mind that pales:
If Sickness darkens not your eye,
Her foster-sister, Grief, is by.
A gentle woman not a weak,
No trifle blenches your brave cheek;
A Spartan of the Christian strain,
Despise you only your own pain.
I cannot share your pain or woe,
Until its source you'd have me know;
Nor may I, what I feel, express
Till lips as well as looks confess.

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But you have read my sympathies
In the mute message of my eyes,
Although you knew not that your pains
Awoke in me the kindred strains.