FOR OTHERS.

Weeping for another's woe,

Tears flow then that would not flow

When our sorrow was our own,

And the deadly, stiffening blow

Was upon our own heart given

In the moments that have flown!

Cringing at another's cry

In the hollow world of grief

Stills the anguish of our pain

For the fate that made us die

To our hopes as sweet as vain;

And our tears can flow again!

One storm blows the night this way,

But another brings the day.