English Poetry. Jones Very. Worship. Джонс Вери.

Jones Very (Джонс Вери)

Worship

There is no worship now,—the idol stands
Within the spirit's holy resting place!
Millions before it bend with upraised hands,
And with their gifts God's purer shrine disgrace;
The prophet walks unhonored mid the crowd
That to the idol's temple daily throng;
His voice unheard above their voices loud,
His strength too feeble 'gainst the torrent strong;
But there are bounds that ocean's rage can stay
When wave on wave leaps madly to the shore:
And soon-the prophet's word shall men obey,
And hushed to peace the billows cease to roar;
For he who spoke—and warring winds kept peace,
Commands again—and man's wild passions cease.

Jones Very’s other poems:

1. The Light from Within
2. To the Hummingbird
3. Nature
4. He Gave Me No Meat
5. To the Fossil Flower

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