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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UPON THY TRUTH RELYING.
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They say we are too young to love,Too wild to be united;
In scorn, they bid us both renounce
The fond vows we have plighted.
They send thee forth to see the world,
Thy love by absence trying;
Then go! for I can smile farewell—
Upon thy truth relying.
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I know that pleasure's hand will throwHer silken nets about thee:
I know how lonesome I shall find
The long—long days without thee.
But in thy letters there'll be joy:
The reading—the replying;
I'll kiss each word that's traced by thee—
Upon thy truth relying.
III
When friends applaud thee, I'll sit by,In silent rapture gazing;
And oh! how proud of being loved,
By her they have been praising!
But should detraction breathe thy name,
The world's reproofs defying:
I'd love thee—laud thee—trust thee still—
Upon thy truth relying.
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E'en those who smile to see us partShall see us meet with wonder:
Such trials only make the heart
That truly loves grow fonder.
Our sorrows past shall be our pride,
When with each other vying:
Thou wilt confide in him who lives
Upon thy truth relying.
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