Philip James Bailey

Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.

The long days are no happier than the short ones.

When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.

When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.

My favoured temple is in an humble heart.

My favoured temple is in an humble heart.

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.