“I cannot hear thy voice with others' ears,Who make of thy lost liberty a gain;And in thy tale of blighted hopes and fearsFeel not that every note is born with pain.” Jones Very From The Canary Bird Pain , Fear , Hope , Feeling
“Wilt Thou not visit me?The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;And every blade of grass I see,From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.” Jones Very From The Prayer Feeling , Grass