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Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, / Whose pity is great therefore, / The gift that thy children bring thee / Is ever a sorrow more.
Sure of thy dear compassion, / Concerned for our own relief, / Ever and ever we seek thee, / And each with his gift of grief.
Oh, not to reprove my brothers, / Yet I, who am less than less, / Would bring thee my joy of being / The rose of my happiness.
The spirit that makes my singing / The gladness without alloy, / Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, / I bring thee a little joy.