Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
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.
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
