Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life. 1904. | | | | IV. Sabbath: Worship: Creed | | Life | | Jones Very (1813–1880) |
| | | IT is not life upon thy gifts to live, | |
| But to grow fixed with deeper roots in Thee; | |
| And when the sun and showers their bounties give, | |
| To send out thick-leaved limbs; a fruitful tree | |
| Whose green head meets the eye for many a mile, | 5 |
| Whose spreading boughs a friendly shelter rear, | |
| And full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile | |
| As to its goodly shade our feet draw near. | |
| Who tastes its gifts shall never hunger more, | |
| For ’t is the Father spreads the pure repast, | 10 |
| Who, while we eat, renews the ready store, | |
| Which at his bounteous board must ever last; | |
| And, as the more we to his children lend, | |
| The more to us doth of his bounty send. | | | | |
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