Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

 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!