Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
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?
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes,
Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
