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!
