Philip James Bailey (Филип Джеймс Бэйли)

Festus – Dedication

MY FATHER! unto thee to whom I owe
All that I am, all that I have and can;
Who madest me in thyself the sum of man
In all its generous aims and powers to know,
These first--fruits bring I; nor do thou forego
Marking when I the feat thus closed, began,
Which numbers now near three years from its plan,
Not twenty summers had embrowned my brow.
Life is at blood--heat every page doth prove.
Bear with it. Nature means Necessity.
If here be aught which thou canst love, it springs
Out of the hope that I may earn that love,
More unto me than immortality;
Or to have strung my harp with golden strings.

Philip James Bailey’s other poems:

  1. Festus – 8
  2. Festus – 21.2
  3. Festus – 27
  4. Festus – 18.2
  5. Festus – 35




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