Philip James Bailey

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus

Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus

I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
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I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.

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.

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.