Poems by Jones Very
Morning
... And every object,hill, and stream, and skies, ...
The Heart
... While through this parching waste they seek their heavenly goal ...
The Poor
... Yet hear no welcome voice and see no beckoning hand ...
To The Painted Columbine
... Comes back the laugh from childhood's heart of glee ...
The Grave Yard
... That sleeps forgotten 'neath the cold, cold ground ...
The Canary Bird
... Past days of joy should through thy memory throng, ...
The Barberry-Bush
... Waits till the frost has turned its green leaves red, ...
The Stranger's Gift
... ' Nor anxious sought His love who crowns them all with bloom ...
The Presence
... The fire burns brighter when with Thee I look, ...
The Clay
... The queenly-sceptred night their souls receives, ...
Psyche
... Spring comes with bursting buds and grass, ...
The Robe
... But to the spirit's gaze stands bright as in the sun ...
The Violet
... Nor trust like thee when wintry winds blow cold, ...
In Him We Live
... Till in thy perfect love I ever live and move ...
The Fair Morning
... The tuneful birds, that all the night have slept, ...
