Philip James Bailey

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

The truth is perilous never to the true,
Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool,
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The truth is perilous never to the true,
Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool,
And to the false, error and truth alike,
Error is worse than ignorance.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
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Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!