Can a mother sit and hear, 10An 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, 15Hear the small birds grief & care Hear the woes that infants bear— And not sit beside the nest Pouring pity in their breast, And not sit the cradle near Weeping tear on infants tear. And not sit both night & day, Wiping all our tears away. O! no never can it be. Never never can it be.