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! hadst thou never shared my fate]
Oh! hadst thou never shared my fate,
More dark that fate would prove,
My heart were truly desolate,
Without thy soothing love.
More dark that fate would prove,
My heart were truly desolate,
Without thy soothing love.
But thou hast suffer'd for my sake,
Whilst this relief I found
Like fearless lips that strive to take
The poison from a wound!
Whilst this relief I found
Like fearless lips that strive to take
The poison from a wound!
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret,
To think more happy thou hadst been,
If we had never met.
Then judge of my regret,
To think more happy thou hadst been,
If we had never met.
And has that thought been shar'd by thee!
Ah no, that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labour'd words could speak.
Ah no, that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labour'd words could speak.
But there are true hearts which the sight
Of sorrow summons forth;
Though known in days of past delight,
We knew not half their worth.
Of sorrow summons forth;
Though known in days of past delight,
We knew not half their worth.
How unlike some, who have profess'd,
So much in friendship's name;
Yet calmly pause to think how best
They may evade her claim.
So much in friendship's name;
Yet calmly pause to think how best
They may evade her claim.
But ah! from them to thee I turn;
They'd make me loathe mankind.
Far better lessons I may learn
From thy more holy mind.
They'd make me loathe mankind.
Far better lessons I may learn
From thy more holy mind.
The love that gives a charm to home,
I feel they cannot take.
We'll pray for happier years to come,
For one another's sake.
I feel they cannot take.
We'll pray for happier years to come,
For one another's sake.
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