EVERY man has his sorrows; yet each still Hides under a calm forehead his own will. Each pities but himself. Each in his grief Envies his neighbor; he too seeks relief; For one man's pain is of no other known: They hide their sorrows as he hides his own; And each, with tears and aching heart, can sigh: All other men are happy, but not I. They are unhappy all. They, desolate, Cry against heaven and bid heaven change their fate. Their fate is changed; they soon, with fresh tears, know They have but changed one for another woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY FAREWELL TO CYNTHIA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TURN OF THE ROAD by JANE BARLOW CUPS OF ILLUSION by HENRY BELLAMANN THE THING TO DO by GAMALIEL BRADFORD A WOODLAND RHYME by ALEXANDER BROWN |