Their Story Runneth Thus (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
Fell the snow on the festival's vigil And surpliced the city in white;I wonder who wove the pure flakelets? Ask ...
The shades of night were brooding O'er the sea, the earth, the sky;The passing winds were wailing In a low, ...
Father Keeler died February 28, 1880, in Mobile, Ala. - Inscribed to his ...
From the mystic sidereal spaces,In the noon of a night 'mid of May,Came a spirit that murmured to me --Or ...
To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his ...
To the Children of Mary of the Cathedral of MobileIn the mystical dim of the temple, In the dream-haunted dim ...
Nature is but the outward vestibuleWhich God has placed before an unseen shrine,The Visible is but a fair, bright valeThat ...
Ah! days so dark with death's eclipse! Woe are we! woe are we! And the nights are ages long!From breaking ...
First champion of the Crucified! Who, when the fight beganBetween the Church and worldly prideSo nobly fought, so nobly died, ...
Each year cometh with all his days, Some are shadowed and some are bright;He beckons us on until he stays ...
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God:He walks the world; He puts His holy handOn every sleeper ...
A baby played with the surplice sleeve Of a gentle priest; while in accents low,The sponsors murmured the grand "I ...
He walked alone beside the lonely sea,The slanting sunbeams fell upon his face,His shadow fluttered on the pure white sandsLike ...
Two lights on a lowly altar; Two snowy cloths for a Feast;Two vases of dying roses; The morning comes from ...
Sweet heaven's smileGleamed o'er the isle, That gems the dreamy sea.One far gone day,And flash'd its ray,More than a thousand ...
Before an AltarI wish I were the little key That locks Love's Captive in,And lets Him out to go and ...
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