Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
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.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
