The Cark of Care has bitten in To the core of every heart, And the stress of life set lives apart, In the toil and the moil and the grime of the mart, But -- -- @3Sorrow shall make us kin.@1 Too much and too little have come between; Too often, with jealous glance, We have looked askance at the wayward chance Which makes up the hazard of Circumstance; But -- -- @3Sorrow shall make us kin.@1 Shoulder to shoulder, Life's life to win, We have fought the evil powers, Now sorrow is yours and sorrow is ours, And over us all the black cloud lowers; But -- -- @3Sorrow shall make us kin.@1 One died on the Cross to vanquish sin, In untold depth of woe, By the Nail, and the Spear, and the Thorn, we know He is kinsman now as long ago, For -- -- @3Sorrow hath made us kin.@1 The whole world groans in its anguish keen, And the whole earth suffers dearth, But Life is coming to nobler birth Since man is discerning his fellows' worth, For -- -- @3Sorrow hath made us kin.@1 |