Poems (Carmichael)/Sorrow
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SORROW.
There are many tones of sorrow, But its saddest voice to me Is the mocking laugh that triumphs In another's agony: I could weep for those who suffer, But the souls that woe can please—Whose joy is wrung from others' pain— I pity, pity these.
There are many tones of sorrow Poured upon the chords of life—Murmurs of its ceaseless changing, Murmurs of its restless strife; But to live till pity's pleading Changes to a mocking hiss, Till feeling withers to a sneer, Oh! Father, spare me this.