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!