Sympathy

There should be no despair for

While nightly stars are burning;

While evening pours its silent dew,

And sunshine gilds the morning.

There should be no despair—though

May flow down like a river:

Are not the best beloved of

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

Where Autumn's leaves are lying:

Yet, these revive, and from their

Your fate cannot be parted:

Then, journey on, if not elate,

Still,

ER broken-hearted!