WE live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Behold us spiritwise in heaven; unite
In angel worship of the infinite God
World destinative. Evil, all tempting, man
Once in days of yore a little Princess, who had summers seen
Scarcely seven, and was christened by the holy name Christine,
Hark! 'tis the passing bell;
While the soul is on its way,
While it waves its upward wings,
Philip James Bailey (22 April 1816 – 6 September 1902), English poet, author of Festus, was born at Nottingham.
Its author is known almost exclusively by his one voluminous poem, for though Bailey published other verses he is essentially a man of one book. Festus underwent many changes and incorporations, but it remains a singular example of a p ...