Witrett, Crark & COMPANY
CHICAGO — NEW YORK
1941
We all know the nature of life and the real, though only with exquisite care can we tell the truth about them.
C. I. Lewis, in Mind and the World Order
Can I see another’s woe
And not be in sorrow too? . . .
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird’s grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear,And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Heaping tear on infant’s tear . . . ?O, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!O! he gives to us his joy,
That our grief he may destroy;
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan.William Brake, in Songs of Innocence