Jones Very (Джонс Вери)

The Earth

I would lie low, the ground on which men tread,
Swept by Thy spirit like the wind of heaven;
An earth where gushing springs and corn for bread,
By me at every season should be given;
Yet not the water or the bread that now
Supplies their tables with its daily food,
But thou wouldst give me fruit for every bough,
Such as Thou givest me, and call'st it good;
And water from the stream of life should flow,
By every dwelling that thy love has built,
Whose taste the ransomed of thy Son shall know,
Whose robes are washed from every stain of guilt;
And men would own it was thy hand that blest,
And from my bosom find a surer rest. 

1. Enoch
2. The Robin
3. The Grave Yard
4. The Dead
5. The New Birth

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Earth ("The earth is yours and mine")

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