Sympathy

There should be no despair for youWhile nightly stars are burning,While evening pours its silent dew,And sunshine gilds the morning.There should be no despair—though tearsMay flow down like a river:Are not the best beloved of yearsAround your heart for ever?

They weep, you weep, it must be so;Winds sigh as you are sighing,And winter sheds its grief in snowWhere Autumn's leaves are lying:Yet, these revive, and from their fateYour fate cannot be parted:Then, journey on, if not elate,Still never broken-hearted!