"William Blake "On Another's Sorrow"" genre: Tragedies
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	Originally created for the daily two-minute long radio show, "HighlifeHighlights" on KO.OP Radio in Austin, TX, this poem was penned by William Blake and read-- with musical accompaniment-- by David Kay. It is one of eleven tracks remixed by Mr. Kay for inclusion on his new "In Memoriam" CD. This CD is meant to console and comfort people whose lives were affected by the loss of loved ones.
	CD: "In Memoriam"   Label: A Dot in the Shark Productions Credits: Written by William Blake, Read by David Kay, Music by Flash
	Story Behind the Song Originally created for the daily two-minute long radio show, "HighlifeHighlights" on KO.OP Radio in Austin, TX, this poem was penned by William Blake and read-- with musical accompaniment-- by David Kay. It is one of eleven tracks remixed by Mr. Kay for inclusion on his new "In Memoriam" CD. This CD is meant to console and comfort people whose lives have been affected by the loss of loved ones. Lyrics "On Another's Sorrow" by William Blake Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief. Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrows share, Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd. Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan an infant fear-- No, no never can it be, Never never can it be. And can he who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small birds 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 Weeping tear on infant's tear. And not sit both night and day, Wiping all our tears away. O! No never can it be. Never never can it be. He doth give his joy to all. He becomes an infant small. He becomes a man of woe He doth feel the sorrow too. Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh, and thy Maker is not by. Think not, thou canst weep a tear, And thy maker is not near. O! He gives to us his joy, That our grief he may destroy Til our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.

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