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Sympathy - Ghizela Rowe
Sympathy by Emily Jane Brontë
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours it's 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 it's 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
