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Not Understood

Not understood. How trifles often change us!
  The thoughtless sentence or the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship and estrange us,
  And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.

Not understood. How many breasts are aching
  For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day,
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
  How many noble spirits pass away
Not understood.

Oh, God! that men would see a little clearer,
  Or judge less harshly where they cannot see;
Oh, God that men would draw a little nearer
  To one another, they’d be nearer Thee,
And understood.