Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Burn to be great,
Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone.
The plains are everlasting as read more
Burn to be great,
Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone.
The plains are everlasting as the hills,
The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else
Comes on the mind with the like shock as though
Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
