Jones Very

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

Jones Very Poems

1. Enoch 1/1/2004
2. Life 1/1/2004
3. Nature 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. Soul-Sickness 4/21/2010
9. Love 4/21/2010
10. He Gave Me No Meat 4/21/2010
11. Psyche 1/1/2004
12. Faith 4/21/2010
13. The Violet 4/21/2010
14. The New Birth 1/1/2004
15. The New Man 1/1/2004
16. How Many Of The Body's Health Complain, 1/1/2004
17. The Song 1/1/2004
18. Change 4/21/2010
19. The Rail Road 4/21/2010
20. Beauty 4/21/2010
21. The Columbine 1/1/2004
22. Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni 4/21/2010
23. Thy Beauty Fades 4/21/2010
24. Worship 4/21/2010
25. Lines To A Withered Leaf Seen On A Poet's Table 4/21/2010
26. Memory 4/21/2010
27. The Eagles 1/1/2004
28. The Clouded Morning 1/1/2004
29. Morning 4/21/2010
30. The Canary Bird 4/21/2010
31. Day 4/21/2010
32. In Him We Live 4/21/2010
33. The Ark 4/21/2010
34. To The Fossil Flower 4/21/2010
35. The Slave 4/21/2010
36. The Acorn 4/21/2010
37. Bread 4/21/2010
38. The Latter Rain 1/1/2004
39. The Fair Morning 1/1/2004
40. Night 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Jones Very

Enoch

I looked to find a man who walked with God,
Like the translated patriarch of old;--
Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,
Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;
I heard the wind in low complaint go by
That none his melodies like him could hear;
Day unto day spoke wisdom from on high,
Yet none like David turned a willing ear;
God walked alone unhonored through the earth;
For Him no heart-built temple open stood,
The soul forgetful of her nobler birth
Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood,
And left unfinished and in ruins...

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Enoch

I looked to find a man who walked with God,
Like the translated patriarch of old;--
Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,
Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;
I heard the wind in low complaint go by
That none his melodies like him could hear;
Day unto day spoke wisdom from on high,
Yet none like David turned a willing ear;
God walked alone unhonored through the earth;

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