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.
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