Philip James Bailey

Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of read more

Poetry is itself a thing of God;
He made his prophets poets;and the more
We feel of poesie do we become
Like God in love and power,--under-makers.

What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.

Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.

Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out read more

Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like moral and immortal creatures.

My favoured temple is in an humble heart.

My favoured temple is in an humble heart.