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!
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