Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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[Oh may'st thou be happy, my early young friend]
Oh may'st thou be happy, my early young friend,
As happy as man in this world can be;
May smiles like thine own thy steps attend,
May hearts like thine own still welcome thee!
As happy as man in this world can be;
May smiles like thine own thy steps attend,
May hearts like thine own still welcome thee!
I never have met on this chilling earth,
So merry, so kind, so frank a youth!
In moments of pleasure, a smile all mirth;
In moments of sorrow, a heart all truth.
So merry, so kind, so frank a youth!
In moments of pleasure, a smile all mirth;
In moments of sorrow, a heart all truth.
I've heard thee praised, I've seen thee led
By fashion along her gay career;
While beautiful lips have often shed
Their flattering poison in thine ear.
By fashion along her gay career;
While beautiful lips have often shed
Their flattering poison in thine ear.
And oh! I have said, he must be changed,
He cannot withstand this constant praise;
He must be spoilt, and his heart estranged
From the friends he loved in his boyish days.
He cannot withstand this constant praise;
He must be spoilt, and his heart estranged
From the friends he loved in his boyish days.
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But no! when we met, I found thee still
From vanity's vile contagion free;
With manners that asked and gave good will,
And pleased by their pure simplicity.
From vanity's vile contagion free;
With manners that asked and gave good will,
And pleased by their pure simplicity.
Farewell, my friend! may thy youthful bride,
As perfect in mind as in person prove;
And in years to come, may'st thou look with pride
On the being whose charms have won thy love.
As perfect in mind as in person prove;
And in years to come, may'st thou look with pride
On the being whose charms have won thy love.
Yes—may'st thou be happy, my early friend,
As happy as man in this world can be;
May smiles like thine own, thy steps attend,
May hearts like thine own still welcome thee.
As happy as man in this world can be;
May smiles like thine own, thy steps attend,
May hearts like thine own still welcome thee.
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