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!