Quote #9
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
More from Thomas Haynes Bayly
- She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met.
- Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
- Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
- The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
- Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
- Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There's danger on the deep.
- We met,-'t was in a crowd.
- Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.