Here you will find the Poem The Wind-Flower of poet Jones Very
Thou lookest up with meek confiding eye Upon the clouded smile of April's face, Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace Thou trustest wisely! in thy faith arrayed More glorious thou than Israel's wisest King; Such faith was his whom men to death betrayed As thine who hear'st the timid voice of Spring, While other flowers still hide them from her call Along the river's brink and meadow bare. Thee will I seek beside the stony wall, And in thy trust with childlike heart would share, O'erjoyed that in thy early leaves I find A lesson taught by him who loved all human kind.
