 | Jones Very : The Complete Poems |  |
456
And a little child shall lead them. Isaiah XI. 6.
Thou call'st me, little child,
With thy voice sweet and mild,
To go with thee;
I take thy guiding hand,
For thou the happy land
Dost clearly see.
With thy voice sweet and mild,
To go with thee;
I take thy guiding hand,
For thou the happy land
Dost clearly see.
The land, where heard no more
The lion's angry roar;
Nor beast of prey
Doth ravage and devour;
And gone the tyrant's power,
To hurt, and slay.
The lion's angry roar;
Nor beast of prey
Doth ravage and devour;
And gone the tyrant's power,
To hurt, and slay.
The fields and pastures green
Through all the year are seen,
No drought they know;
There flowers of beauty rare,
Without man's fostering care,
Abundant grow.
Through all the year are seen,
No drought they know;
There flowers of beauty rare,
Without man's fostering care,
Abundant grow.
There in a peaceful life,
Forgotten war's rude strife,
All men shall live;
No enemy shall spoil,
Earth without painful toil,
Shall plenty give.
Forgotten war's rude strife,
All men shall live;
No enemy shall spoil,
Earth without painful toil,
Shall plenty give.
There nevermore is heard
Harsh speech, nor angry word;
No more we hear
Of deeds of shame and crime,
Darkening the page of time;
Nor dwell in fear.
Harsh speech, nor angry word;
No more we hear
Of deeds of shame and crime,
Darkening the page of time;
Nor dwell in fear.
No sorrow there shall be,
New heavens and earth we'll see,
Where dwelleth Love;
There, there, O gentle guide,
May I with thee abide,
Blest land above.
New heavens and earth we'll see,
Where dwelleth Love;
457
May I with thee abide,
Blest land above.
Poem No. 666; c. 16 August 1873
| Jones Very : The Complete Poems | |