Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst read more
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met!
And has that thought been shared by thee?
Ah, no! that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labor'd words could speak.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
