Sympathy

OLGA CYPRIAN BRIDGE

We watch beside some weary sufferer's bed,
And bitter, blinding tears of pity shed.
How earnestly we long to give relief,
But our own hearts are charged with heavy grief!

We hold the hand of one whose weary life
Is but a dark abyss of storm and strife;
We seek to brighten it, but at the tale
Of wretchedness our spirits droop and fail.

We meet one mourning o'er a heavy loss,
And think to share with him the cruel cross;
But mingled tears do yet the faster flow,
And two instead of one are bowed with woe.

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