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
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
Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
In greatest minds' great thoughts earth's passed; betimes
Fatal, foreshape the future.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Universal Hymn
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