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Poem by Jones Very


Thy Brother's Blood


I have no Brotherthey who meet me now
Offer a hand with their own will defiled,
And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow,
Know not that Truth can never be beguiled;
Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt;
Before the spirit's gaze what stain can hide?
Abel's red blood upon the earth is spilt,
And by their tongue it cannot be denied;
I hear not with the earthe heart doth tell
Its secret deeds to me untold before;
Go, all its hidden plunder quickly sell,
Then shalt thou cleanse thee from thy brother's gore,
Then will I take thy giftthat bloody stain
Shall not be seen upon thy hand again.

February 2, 1839

Jones Very


Jones Very's other poems:
  1. Day
  2. To the Fossil Flower
  3. Worship
  4. The Robin
  5. The Dead

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