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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 | Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems |  |
I. THOUGH THE SUMMER MAY HAVE ROSES.
Tho' the summer may have roses
That outshine the buds of Spring,
Deeper shadows in the forest,
Blither birds upon the wing.
When I see a bright Spring morning,
After long, long days of gloom,
Summer seems to sport around me
In his infancy of bloom.
That outshine the buds of Spring,
Deeper shadows in the forest,
Blither birds upon the wing.
When I see a bright Spring morning,
After long, long days of gloom,
Summer seems to sport around me
In his infancy of bloom.
Oh! 'tis sad to see the splendour
Of the summer pass away,
When the night is always stealing
Precious moments from the day:
But in Spring each lengthened evening
Tempts us farther off from home,
And if summer has more beauty,
All that beauty is to come.
Of the summer pass away,
When the night is always stealing
Precious moments from the day:
But in Spring each lengthened evening
Tempts us farther off from home,
And if summer has more beauty,
All that beauty is to come.
It is thus in manhood's summer,
That the heart too often grieves,
Over friends lost prematurely,
Like the fall of blighted leaves;
But, life's spring-time is far sweeter,
When each green bud that appears
May expand into a blossom,
To enliven future years.
That the heart too often grieves,
Over friends lost prematurely,
Like the fall of blighted leaves;
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When each green bud that appears
May expand into a blossom,
To enliven future years.
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