Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
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!
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.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
