Poems by Jones Very
The Latter Rain
... The rain falls still-the fruit all ripened drops, ...
Bread
... With Christ the Father's love forevermore to share ...
Day
... Though thousands sport them in thy golden rays, ...
To The Fossil Flower
... Sealed the thick-mantled height, coursed plains unshorn, ...
Thy Beauty Fades
... From virtue's changeless bloom that time and death defies ...
Time
... Bright clouds and fluttering leaves to deck my bower ...
Life
... And full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile ...
He Was Acquainted With Grief
... Nor hymns, though prophet tones inspire the lays, ...
Faith
... Oh heal them, heal them, Father, with thy word, ...
To The Hummingbird
... Till night's last stars beam forth full late ...
The Earth
... An earth where gushing springs and corn for bread, ...
The New Birth
... - Fast crowding on, each thought asks utterance strong ...
Who Hath Ears To Hear Let Him Hear
... And while it walks with thee flesh-clothed the earth, ...
Lines To A Withered Leaf Seen On A Poet's Table
... Autumn's brown and withered scroll! ...
Change
... Hour follows hour, the lengthening shades descend, ...
