In this sad world, where mortals must

Be almost strangers, Should we not turn to those we trust

To save us from our dangers ? Then whisper in my ear again,

And this believe-That aught which gives thy dear heart pain

Makes my heart grieve.

God wills that we have sorrow here,

And we will share it; Whisper thy sorrow in my ear,

That I may also bear it.

If anywhere our trouble seems

To find an end, 'Tis in the fairyland of dreams

Or with a friend.