English poet (1816-1902)
See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Beauties of Festus
Praise Him, ye sceptred saints,
With God, like-minded, glorying in His will,
Impeccable, who muse celestial things;
Whose sins are washed away in seas of love;
Who, liberate from all law, sit judging law;
Whose passion for perfection sated, ye,
Rapt into Deity, with your Lord enjoy
Life unitive, life eternal, life divine;
Who revel in futurity, and inhale
The gust of inspiration at His lips;
Of all worlds owner, author of all fates.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Universal Hymn
I cannot be content with less than Heaven.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus