Jones Very

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

Jones Very Poems

1. Life 1/1/2004
2. Nature 1/1/2004
3. Enoch 1/1/2004
4. Thy Better Self 1/1/2004
5. The Dead 1/1/2004
6. The Barberry-Bush 4/21/2010
7. I Was Sick And In Prison 4/21/2010
8. Love 4/21/2010
9. Soul-Sickness 4/21/2010
10. He Gave Me No Meat 4/21/2010
11. The New Birth 1/1/2004
12. Faith 4/21/2010
13. The New Man 1/1/2004
14. The Song 1/1/2004
15. HOW many of the body's health complain, 1/1/2004
16. Change 4/21/2010
17. The Rail Road 4/21/2010
18. Psyche 1/1/2004
19. Beauty 4/21/2010
20. Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni 4/21/2010

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,

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