Philip James Bailey

The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.