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. |