GIVE US SYMPATHY.
This is the cry from every heart,
In cottage and in hall;
It comes up from the busy mart,
'Tis echoed in the ball;
When smiles are dancing on the face,
And feet trip o'er the floor,
We hear this cry from every heart,
If we listen at its door.
In cottage and in hall;
It comes up from the busy mart,
'Tis echoed in the ball;
When smiles are dancing on the face,
And feet trip o'er the floor,
We hear this cry from every heart,
If we listen at its door.
From lips of lonely widow,
From some despairing wife;
From trembling age, and manhood, too,
In the dusty paths of life;
From merchant at his ledger,
From maiden at her task;
From statesman, and from preacher grave,
Though all may wear a mask,
From some despairing wife;
From trembling age, and manhood, too,
In the dusty paths of life;
From merchant at his ledger,
From maiden at her task;
From statesman, and from preacher grave,
Though all may wear a mask,
To hide this earnest craving,
This yearning of the breast;
This longing for the unattained,
This burden of unrest:
This yearning of the breast;
This longing for the unattained,
This burden of unrest:
