Sympathy by Ella Wheeler Wilcox — Read

Is the way hard and thorny, oh, my brother? / Do tempests beat, and adverse wild winds blow? / And are you spent, and broken, at each nightfall, / Yet with each morn you rise and onward go? / Brother, I know, I know! / I, too, have journeyed so.

Is your heart mad with longing, oh, my sister? / Are all great passions in your breast aglow? / Does the white wonder of your own soul blind you, / And are you torn with rapture and with woe? / Sister, I know, I know! / I, too, have suffered so.