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• Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Pilo...
• Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Teach me to forge...
• She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- She wore a Wreath...
• We met,--'t was in a crowd. -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- We me
• Oh no! we never mention her,-- Her name is never heard
  My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word....
• The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Rose that all are praising...
• Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Isle of Beauty...
• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- Welcome me Home
• The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Mistletoe Bough...