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Edition notes: Versions for SATB and SABar

General Information

Title: On Another's Sorrow
Composer: Philip Le Bas
Lyricist: William Blake

Version 1: Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Version 2: Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: A setting of William Blake's poem "On Another's Sorrow" from his "Songs of Innocence and of Experience" for SATB or SABar choir by Philip Le Bas

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Original text and translations

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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 sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

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 bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear -

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity on their breast,
And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?

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:
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

by William Blake (1757-1827)