| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | The Wind-Flower | | By Jones Very (1813–1880) |
| | | THOU lookest up with meek, confiding eye | |
| 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 | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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. | | | | |
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