Philip James Bailey

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.

Evil and good are God's right hand and left.

Evil and good are God's right hand and left.

Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er read more

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power
Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon
It works, on e'er self-transmutative form,
Common to now the living, now the dead.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.