Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
The Wind-FlowerJones Very (18131880)
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Upon the clouded smile of April’s face,
Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by,
Eying 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 meadows 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.