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Poem by Jones Very
Night
I thank thee, Father, that the night is near
When I this conscious being may resign;
Whose only task thy words of love to hear,
And in thy acts to find each act of mine;
A task too great to give a child like me,
The myriad-handed labors of the day,
Too many for my closing eyes to see,
Thy words too frequent for my tongue to say;
Yet when thou see'st me burthened by thy love,
Each other gift more lovely then appears,
For dark-robed night comes hovering from above,
And all thine other gifts to me endears;
And while within her darkened couch I sleep,
Thine eyes untired above will constant vigils keep.
Jones Very
Jones Very's other poems:- The Grave Yard
- The Fair Morning
- The Spirit Land
- The War
- The New Birth
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Anne Brontë Night ("I love the silent hour of night") William Morris Night ("I am Night: I bring again") George Russell Night ("HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose") Thomas Aird Night ("From sleepless work, and a ne'er-setting sun") Henry Longfellow Night ("Into the darkness and the hush of night") Charles Heavysege Night ("'Tis solemn darkness; the sublime of shade") James Thomson Night ("HE cried out through the night") Lucy Montgomery Night ("A pale enchanted moon is sinking low") Sidney Lanier Night ("Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day") William Browne Night ("Now great Hyperion left his golden throne") Ella Wilcox Night ("As some dusk mother shields from all alarms") Epes Sargent Night ("But, oh! the night—the cool, luxurious night") Ann Radcliffe Night ("Now Ev'ning fades! her pensive step retires") Charles Williams Night ("Through His first darkness here He sleeps at ease") Walter De la Mare Night ("All from the light of the sweet moon") Arthur Symons Night ("The night's held breath")
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