Quotes from bailey philip james iii

The Son Eternal smiled; and from his throne Stretched out the hand of blessing o'er the world; And blest it was -- forever -- blest it is.

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.

So sunset hath the richest sky, So saints look happiest as they die.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

While over all springs up the green-lifed sod, And arch, so light and lofty in its span-- So frail and yet so lasting--tis like man.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.