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Inscribed in graphite, upper center: "5"

Lettered inside image: "For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear | The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice. | Saying: come out from the grove my love & care. | And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice. | Thus did my mother say and kissed me. | And thus I say to little English boy. | When I from black and he from white cloud free, | And round the tent of God like lambs we joy: | Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear, | To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. | And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair. | And be like him and he will then love me."; Lettered on verso, inside image: "On Anothers Sorrow | Can I see anothers woe. | And not be in sorrow too. | Can I see anothers grief. | And not seek for kind relief. | Can I see a falling tear. | And not feel my sorrows share. | Can a father see his child. | Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd. | 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 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. | 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 & gone | He doth sit by us and moan"