Jones Very

(28 August 1813 – 8 May 1880 / Salem, Massachusetts)

Jones Very Poems

1. The Call 4/21/2010
2. The Jew 4/21/2010
3. The Morning Watch 4/21/2010
4. The Clay 4/21/2010
5. The Earth 4/21/2010
6. The Heart 4/21/2010
7. The Idler 4/21/2010
8. The Disciple 4/21/2010
9. The New World 4/21/2010
10. Thy Brother's Blood 4/21/2010
11. The Wind-Flower 4/21/2010
12. The Robin 4/21/2010
13. To The Painted Columbine 4/21/2010
14. The Rose 4/21/2010
15. The Presence 4/21/2010
16. The Cottage 4/21/2010
17. The Garden 1/1/2004
18. The Tree 4/21/2010
19. To The Pure All Things Are Pure 4/21/2010
20. The Living God 4/21/2010
21. The Gifts Of God 4/21/2010
22. The Poor 4/21/2010
23. The Spirit Land 4/21/2010
24. To The Canary Bird 4/21/2010
25. Who Hath Ears To Hear Let Him Hear 4/21/2010
26. The Trees Of Life 4/21/2010
27. The Soldier 4/21/2010
28. The Son 4/21/2010
29. Time 4/21/2010
30. The Prayer 4/21/2010
31. The War 4/21/2010
32. To The Hummingbird 4/21/2010
33. The Grave Yard 4/21/2010
34. The Spirit 4/21/2010
35. Yourself 4/21/2010
36. The Stranger's Gift 4/21/2010
37. The Robe 4/21/2010
38. The Old Road 4/21/2010
39. The Light From Within 4/21/2010
40. Night 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Jones Very

Life

IT is not life upon Thy gifts to live,
But, to grow fixed with deeper roots in Thee;
And when the sun and shower their bounties give,
To send out thick-leaved limbs; a fruitful tree,
Whose green head meets the eye for many a mile,
Whose moss-grown arms their rigid branches rear,
And full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile
As to its goodly shade our feet draw near;
Who tastes its gifts shall never hunger more,
For 'tis the Father spreads the pure repast,
Who, while we eat, renews the ready store,
Which at his bounteous board must ever last; ...

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The Clouded Morning

The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail,
Hanging like curtains all the horizon round,
Or overhead in heavy stillness sail;
So still is day, it seems like night profound;
Scarce by the city's din the air is stirred,
And dull and deadened comes its every sound;
The cock's shrill, piercing voice subdued is heard,
By the thick folds of muffling vapors drowned.
Dissolved in mists the hills and trees appear,

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