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My heart that otherwise was glad / (So much God gives to make it so) / This golden afternoon is sad / And troubled with another's woe; / And stranger that I am, I fain / Would send some solace for her pain.
My talks with Sorrow have been brief; / She touched my robe, in gliding by -- / And when I've chanced to meet with Grief, / He's passed me with averted eye. / Yet, through another's pain, I see / Sometimes a glimpse of what may be.