ENOCH
by: Jones Very (1813-1880)
- looked to find a man who walked
with God,
- Like the translated patriarch of old;--
- Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,
- Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;
- I heard the wind in low complaint go by
- That none his melodies like him could hear;
- Day unto day spoke wisdom from on high,
- Yet none like David turned a willing ear;
- God walked alone unhonored through the earth;
- For Him no heart-built temple open stood,
- The soul forgetful of her nobler birth
- Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood,
- And left unfinished and in ruins still
- The only temple he delights to fill.
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