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, DO NOT SUPPOSE THAT MY HOURS ARE GAY!
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Oh! do not suppose that my hoursAre always unclouded and gay;
Or that thorns never mix with the flowers
That fortune has strew'd in my way:
When seen by the cold and unfeeling,
We smile through the sorrows we feel;
But smiles are deceitful—concealing
The wounds which they never can heal.
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The world is a changeable ocean,And sunbeams and shadows abound;
Where the surface seems least in commotion,
The rocks of misfortune are found:—
And man is the pilot, who steering,
Of every billow the sport,
Sees the gale of prosperity veering,
Which promised to waft him to port.
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Our hopes are the gales that serenelyWaft onward our sails as we float;
Our tears are the whirlwinds that keenly
O'erwhelm our poor perishing boat;
And reason's the beacon that gives us
It's light through life's perilous way,
But folly's the ray that deceives us,
And leads us too often astray.
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Our moments of mirth may be many,And hope half our sorrow beguiles;
But, believe me, there cannot be any
Whose features are always in smiles.
The heart may be sad and repining,
Though cheerfulness brightens the scene,
As a goblet with gems may be shining,
Though bitter the potion within.
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A glittering volume may coverA story of sorrow and woe;
And night's gayest meteors may hover
Where dangers lie lurking below;
Thus oft, in the sunshine of gladness,
The cheek and the eye may be drest,
Whilst the clouds of dejection and sadness
In secret o'ershadow the breast.
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