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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['Twas in a happy summer hour]
'Twas in a happy summer hour,
I watched the building of the bower.
No mansion raised for vain display,
Nor one where labour works his way,
But formed to be the home of pleasure,
Where Virtue spends her blameless leisure.
I watched the building of the bower.
No mansion raised for vain display,
Nor one where labour works his way,
But formed to be the home of pleasure,
Where Virtue spends her blameless leisure.
Farewell, dear friends, oft may we meet
Hereafter in this calm retreat;
May every year add something bright
To your pure portion of delight.
Ah! may you in your daughters find
The mother's form, the mother's mind.
Look on your sons, and proudly see
Their father's high integrity.
And blest with this delightful thought
By us, their virtues have been taught.
Hereafter in this calm retreat;
May every year add something bright
To your pure portion of delight.
Ah! may you in your daughters find
The mother's form, the mother's mind.
Look on your sons, and proudly see
Their father's high integrity.
And blest with this delightful thought
By us, their virtues have been taught.
Farewell! henceforth each dweller here
Shall to my heart be very dear,
Remembering whene'er I roam,
Cintra has been to me a home.
Shall to my heart be very dear,
Remembering whene'er I roam,
Cintra has been to me a home.
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