English poet (1816-1902)
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
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
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
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Beauties of Festus
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