 | Letters of Laura D'Auverne |  |
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SYMPATHY.
Oh! to see one's own emotion
Make another's cheek burn bright!
Oh! to mark one's own devotion
Fill another's eye with light!
Tears are types of woe and parting;
But o'er woe a charm is thrown,
When from other eyes are starting
Tears that mingle with our own.
Make another's cheek burn bright!
Oh! to mark one's own devotion
Fill another's eye with light!
Tears are types of woe and parting;
But o'er woe a charm is thrown,
When from other eyes are starting
Tears that mingle with our own.
Never sweeter—never dearer—
Seems the world and all it holds,
Than when loving hearts see clearer
All that “Sympathy” unfolds!
Every thought, and look, and feeling—
Every passion we can name,
Still a second-self revealing!
Still another—yet the same!
Seems the world and all it holds,
Than when loving hearts see clearer
All that “Sympathy” unfolds!
Every thought, and look, and feeling—
Every passion we can name,
Still a second-self revealing!
Still another—yet the same!
| Letters of Laura D'Auverne | |