Thomas Haynes Bayly

Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.

Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may'st be.

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.

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.

I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.