Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
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.
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.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Our similarities are different.
Our similarities are different.
