The Poetry Corner

For Others.

By Rose Hawthorne Lathrop

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.