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 THIS—'TWAS THIS.
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It was a recollectionOf a brighter time than this;
Of a season when affection
Gave to me her fondest kiss.
'Twas thinking of the changes,
Doom'd to all beneath the sun;
Of the coldness that estranges
Hearts that seem'd to beat like one.
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Made me turn away from you,
Lest the chilling thoughts that grieve me
Should bring grief to others too.
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I know you will reprove me;You will say, as oft you've said,
The friends who truly love me,
Love me most when tears are shed!
But no,—I must conceal them,
For my sorrows lie too deep;
And the kindness meant to heal them
Is so sure to make me weep!
'Tis this, 'tis this, believe me,
Made me turn away from you,
Lest the chilling thoughts that grieve me
Should bring grief to others too.
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