Philip James Bailey

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.

Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.

Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
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Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
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Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,--under-makers.