Jones Very
Poems (11)
- LifeIt is not life upon thy gifts to live,
- NatureThe Bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,
- The DeadI see them,—crowd on crowd they walk the earth,
- The Gifts of GodThe light that fills thy house at morn,
- The IdlerI idle stand that I may find employ,
- The Latter RainThe Latter rain,—it falls in anxious haste
- The New Birth (Very)'Tis a new life—thoughts move not as they did
- The New WorldThe night that has no star lit up by God,
- The Old RoadThe road is left that once was trod
- The Spirit-LandFather! thy wonders do not singly stand,
- Yourself’t is to yourself I speak; you cannot know