English poet (1816-1902)
May such a calm triumphant course
To sacred souls be given,
That, river-like, though born on earth,
They image only Heaven.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
"To the Trent", The Angel World and Other Poems
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
In greatest minds' great thoughts earth's passed; betimes
Fatal, foreshape the future.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Universal Hymn
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
I cannot be content with less than Heaven.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Beauties of Festus