Poems by Jones Very
The Soldier
... Who rend their robes but still their hearts would spare ...
The Eagles
... The whitening bones of thousands strew the plain, ...
He Gave Me No Meat
... For in the cross of Christ thou too canst bleed ...
Night
... Thine eyes untired above will constant vigils keep ...
The Trees Of Life
... Now while I take from Thee this passing breath, ...
The War
... They fought for peace,not that the world can give, ...
Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni
... Thou may'st touch with blighting finger ...
Thy Better Self
... Thou should'st love me, as thou dost love thyself, ...
The Spirit Land
... Ears have we but in vain strange voices sound, ...
The New Man
... And bid them seek the morn the hills and fields once more ...
The Garden
... No more for sin's dark stain the debt of death to pay ...
The Hand and Foot
... Though ’tis not theirs, yet in it they are blest ...
The Dead
... Than those that to the earth with many tears they give ...
Thy Brother's Blood
... Then shalt thou cleanse thee from thy brother's gore, ...
Yourself
... Thou mayst at times have heard him speak to you, ...
