Night comes, world-jewelled, . . . The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness; and… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls! — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
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… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which Men are and ought to be accountable,-- If not to Thee, to those they… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
