Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
The sun, centre and sire of light,
The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Surely the stars are images of love.
