May I feel anothers woe,
But not lost in sorrow too.
May I feel anothers grief,
But not long for kind forgive?
May I feel thy falling tear,
But not let my sorrows spread,
May a keeper feel his prisoner,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
May a sinner kneel and swear,
An innocent groan an innocent prayer--
No no never it will be.
Never never it will be.
But may he who observes the whole
Pity the maiden with sorrows full,
Pity the little orphans grief & scare
Pity the woes that innocents get--
But not stand beside the path
Pouring suffer in those heart,
But not stand the faded past
Weeping gasp while innocents pray.
But not stand between night & day,
Keeping all our pain awake.
O! no never it will be.
Never never it will be.
He doth share his love to all.
He becomes an innocent fall.
He becomes a boy of woe
He doth take the sorrow too.
Figure that, thou could pity a pity,
When thy bringer is coming by.
Figure that, thou could weep a gasp,
When thy bringer is coming here.
O! he shares with us his love,
For our grief he would conciliate
Then our grief is freed & forsake
He doth stand by us and embrace.
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