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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Thomas Haynes Bayly 1797-1839 John Bartlett

 
1
    Surely ’t is better, when summer is over
  To die when all fair things are fading away.
          I ’d be a Butterfly.
2
    I ’d be a butterfly born in a bower,
  Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
          I ’d be a Butterfly.
3
    Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary,
  Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
          I ’d be a Butterfly.
4
    Oh no! we never mention her,— 1 
  Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
  That once familiar word.
          Oh no! we never mention her.
5
    We met,—’t was in a crowd. 2 
          We met.
6
    Gayly the troubadour
  Touched his guitar.
          Welcome me Home.
7
    Why don’t the men propose, Mamma?
  Why don’t the men propose?
          Why don’t the Men propose?
8
    She wore a wreath of roses
  The first night that we met.
          She wore a Wreath.
9
    Friends depart, and memory takes them
  To her caverns, pure and deep.
          Teach me to forget.
10
    Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
  Long, long ago, long, long ago.
          Long, long ago.
  
  
  
11
    The rose that all are praising
  Is not the rose for me.
          The Rose that all are praising.
12
    Oh pilot, ’t is a fearful night!
There’s danger on the deep.
          The Pilot.
13
    Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou may’st be.
          The Pilot.
14
    Absence makes the heart grow fonder: 3 
  Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
          Isle of Beauty.
15
    The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,
The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.
          The Mistletoe Bough.
16
    Oh, I have roamed o’er many lands,
  And many friends I’ve met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
  Can this fond heart forget.
          Oh, steer my Bark to Erin’s Isle.
17
    My fond affection thou hast seen,
  Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
  If we had never met.
          To my Wife.
18
    I ’m saddest when I sing. 4 
          You think I have a merry heart.
 
Note 1.
Variant: “Oh, no, we never mention him.” [back]
Note 2.
Cf. Thomas Hood’s parody: We met,—’t was in a mob. [back]
Note 3.
I find that absence still increases love.—Charles Hopkins: To C. C.
  Distance sometimes endears friendship, and absence sweeteneth it.—Howell: Familiar Letters, book i. sect. i. No. 6. [back]
Note 4.
See Artemus Ward, page 787. [back]