Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
