Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
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.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
