English poet & songwriter (1797-1839)
Oh no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh no! we never mention her
My love is now full grown,
The infant at its birth
Could never know, I own
One quarter of your worth:
But having learnt to bless
Your virtues o'er and o'er,
I can never love you less,
I can never love you more!
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
I Can Never Love You More
Never, my child, forget to pray,
Whate'er the business of the day.
If happy dreams have bless'd thy sleep,
If startling fears have made thee weep,
With holy thoughts begin the day;
And ne'er, my child, forget to pray.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Never, My Child, Forget to Pray
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Long, Long Ago
It was a dream of perfect bliss
Too beautiful to last;
I seemed to welcome back again
The bright days of the past.
I was a boy--my mimic ship
Sail'd down the village stream,
And I was gay and innocent--
But, ah! it was a dream.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
It Was a Dream
Fill pleasure's bowl at Lethe's stream,
And I'll be gay at last;
The draught that makes the future bright,
Must drown the dreary past.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Fill Pleasure's Bowl
My sadness will but make thee weep;
Thou'lt win no smile from me;
So young a plant 'twere sin to keep
Beneath woe's poison tree.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Think Not of Me, Poor Page
And secret sin must ever share
The secret misery.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
I Love to Pace the Ruin'd Cell
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary,
Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
I'd Be a Butterfly
And faith will take her holy flight,
To realms beyond the tomb;
They will not madly mourn the blight,
Who knows how frail the bloom.
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY
Oh Virtue Knows No Hopeless Grief