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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V. SEE THE MONARCHS OF THE FOREST.
See the monarchs of the forest
Lose their summer beauty now,
And the yellow tints of autumn
Mingle on each waving bough.
Though these colours are more varied
Than their former green array,
Yet I love them not—they tell me
That all fair things pass away.
Lose their summer beauty now,
And the yellow tints of autumn
Mingle on each waving bough.
Though these colours are more varied
Than their former green array,
Yet I love them not—they tell me
That all fair things pass away.
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Oh! I love the spring time better,
With her buds that promise bloom,
For she daily gives some token
That a summer soon will come.
And when she comes, I love her,
With her sunshine fair and gay,
But the winds of autumn tell me
That all fair things pass away.
With her buds that promise bloom,
For she daily gives some token
That a summer soon will come.
And when she comes, I love her,
With her sunshine fair and gay,
But the winds of autumn tell me
That all fair things pass away.
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