Here you will find the Poem He Was Acquainted With Grief of poet Jones Very
I cannot tell the sorrows that I feel By the night's darkness, by the prison's gloom; There is no sight that can the death reveal The spirit suffers in a living tomb; There is no sound of grief that mourners raise, No moaning of the wind, or dirge-like sea, Nor hymns, though prophet tones inspire the lays, That can the spirit's grief awake in thee. Thou too must suffer as it suffers here The death in Christ to know the Father's love; Then in the strains that angels love to hear Thou too shalt hear the Spirit's song above, And learn in grief what these can never tell, A note too deep for earthly voice to swell.
