Poems by Jones Very
The Morning Watch
... 'Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close! ...
The Clouded Morning
... The cock's shrill, piercing voice subdued is heard, ...
The Tree
... On stars that brighter beam when most we need their love ...
To The Canary Bird
... Past days of joy should through thy memory throng, ...
The New World
... The earth that fades not and the heavens that stand, ...
Soul-Sickness
... Finding not health nor strength in aught beside ...
The Idler
... Till Thou who formest me findest me too a task, &emsp ...
The Robin
... Had learned that Heaven is pleased thy simple joys to share ...
I Was Sick And In Prison
... That shall the soul from death and darkness win, ...
The Ark
... And though the night of death be long and dark, ...
The Gifts of God
... The earth, the green out-spreading earth, ...
The Song
... Now watch the pictured flowers and grasses green ...
The Living God
... There is no death with Thee! each plant and tree ...
HOW many of the body's health complain,
... Finding not health nor strength in aught beside ...
The Jew
... They pierce where sword and spear could never reach ...
