Sympathy

There should be no despair for you


While nightly stars are burning;


While evening pours its silent dew,


And sunshine gilds the morning.


There should be no despair--though tears


May flow down like a river:


Are not the best beloved of years


Around your heart for ever?



They weep, you weep, it must be so;


Winds sigh as you are sighing,


And winter sheds its grief in snow


Where Autumn's leaves are lying:


Yet, these revive, and from their fate


Your fate cannot be parted:


Then, journey on, if not elate,


Still, NEVER broken-hearted!