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 ...
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong,The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of ...
Father Keeler died February 28, 1880, in Mobile, Ala. - Inscribed to his ...
A Memorial Wreath to C. F. Sorrow:A garland for a grave! Fair flowers that bloom, And only bloom to ...
From the mystic sidereal spaces,In the noon of a night 'mid of May,Came a spirit that murmured to me --Or ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" Rang the bells of all the hours;"Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!" Looked and listened all the flowers;They were ...
Ah! days so dark with death's eclipse! Woe are we! woe are we! And the nights are ages long!From breaking ...
Waileth a woman, "O my God!"A breaking heart in a broken breath,A hopeless cry o'er her heart-hope's death!Can words catch ...
Only a few more years!Weary years!Only a few more tears!Bitter tears!And then - and then - like other men,I cease ...
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God:He walks the world; He puts His holy handOn every sleeper ...
What ails the world? the poet cried; "And why does death walk everywhere? And why do tears fall anywhere? And ...
He walked alone beside the lonely sea,The slanting sunbeams fell upon his face,His shadow fluttered on the pure white sandsLike ...
I nearly died, I almost touched the doorThat swings between forever and no more;I think I heard the awful hinges ...
Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin:Death came, and two lips murmured low,"Ah! once I ...
Poets are strange -- not always understood By many is their gift,Which is for evil or for mighty good -- ...
Two lights on a lowly altar; Two snowy cloths for a Feast;Two vases of dying roses; The morning comes from ...
At last the dream of youth Stands fair and bright before me,The sunshine of the home of truth Falls tremulously ...
Superior General of the Congregation of the Missionand of the Sisters of Charity.A shadow slept folded in vestments, The dream ...
Gather the sacred dust Of the warriors tried and true,Who bore the flag of a Nation's trustAnd fell in a ...
Back to where the roses restRound a shrine of holy name,(Yes -- they knew me when I came)More of peace ...
Some day in Spring, When earth is fair and glad,And sweet birds sing, And fewest hearts are sad -- ...
Life's Vesper-bells are ringing In the temple of my heart,And yon sunset, sure, is singing "Nunc dimittis -- Now depart!"Ah! ...
They come, as the breeze comes over the foam, Waking the waves that are sinking to sleep --The fairest of ...
Out of the shadows of sadness,Into the sunshine of gladness, Into the light of the blest;Out of a land very ...
They come to ev'ry life -- sad, sunless days, With not a light all o'er their clouded skies;And thro' the ...
Sweet, blessed beads! I would not part With one of you for richest gem That gleams in kingly diadem;Ye know ...
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