Philip James Bailey

Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.

Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.

Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
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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.

Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.

Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.