Who is Phillips Brooks

Phillips Brooks (December 13, 1835 – January 23, 1893) was an American Episcopal clergyman and author, long the Rector of Boston's Trinity Church and briefly Bishop of Massachusetts,

and particularly remembered as lyricist of the Christmas hymn, "O Little Town of Bethlehem".

In the Episcopal liturgical calendar he is remembered on January 23.

BackgroundEarly life and education Born in Boston, Brooks was descended through his father, William Gray Brooks, from the Rev. John Cotton; through his mother, Mary Ann Phillips, he was a great-grandson of Samuel Phillips, Jr., founder of Phillips Academy (Andover, Massachusetts). Three of Brooks' five brothers – Frederic, Arthur and John Cotton ̵...
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Phillips Brooks Poems

  • O Little Town Of Bethlehem
    O little town of Bethlehem,
    How still we see thee lie!
    Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
    The silent stars go by:...
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Top 10 most used topics by Phillips Brooks

Love 1 Gift 1 Dear 1 I Love You 1 World 1 Together 1 Son 1 Sleep 1 Peace 1 Night 1

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  • Highfiveuphere: "happiness is the natural flower of duty." - phillips brooks
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  • Wiggsjohnny: saints baseball loses today 5-3 vs central fla. santa fe wins series 2 out of 3. brooks walton with 7 quality innings - 2 runs. phillips w 3 hits. rodríguez w 2. madren w hr. at fscj tomorrow.
  • Mintalviharju83: be patient and understanding. life is too short to be vengeful or malicious.” – phillips brooks “patience is the best remedy for every trouble.” – plautus
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The Human Abstract
 by William Blake

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be.
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace;
Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,

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