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, ...
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 ...
And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" Rang the bells of all the hours;"Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!" Looked and listened all the flowers;They were ...
One idle day --A mile or so of sunlit waves off shore -- In a breezeless bay, We ...
The priests stood waiting in the holy place, Impatient of delay (Isaiah had been read),When sudden up ...
Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore,The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore.Cold, white, against the ...
A Night Prayer Dark! Dark! Dark!The sun is set; the day is dead: Thy Feast has fled;My eyes ...
I sit to-night by the firelight, And I look at the glowing flame,And I see in the bright red flashes ...
Only a few more years!Weary years!Only a few more tears!Bitter tears!And then - and then - like other men,I cease ...
I walk down the Valley of Silence -Down the dim, voiceless valley - alone!And I hear not the fall of ...
Far from "where the roses rest", Round the altar and the aisle,Which I loved, of all, the best -- I ...
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God:He walks the world; He puts His holy handOn every sleeper ...
Lines addressed to the daughter of Richard Dalton Williams.Child of the heart of a child of sweetest song! The poet's ...
Just when the gentle hand of spring Came fringing the trees with bud and leaf,And when the blades the warm ...
Poets are strange -- not always understood By many is their gift,Which is for evil or for mighty good -- ...
God knows all things -- but we In darkness walk our ways;We wonder what will be, We ask the nights ...
The olden golden stories of the world, That stirred the past, And now are dim as dreams,The lays and legends ...
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 ...
Far Away! what does it mean? A change of heart with a change of place?When footsteps pass from scene to ...
Better than grandeur, better than gold,Than rank and titles a thousand fold,Is a healthy body and a mind at ease,And ...
Back to where the roses restRound a shrine of holy name,(Yes -- they knew me when I came)More of peace ...
Silently -- shadowly -- some lives go, And the sound of their voices is all unheard;Or, if heard at all, ...
They come to ev'ry life -- sad, sunless days, With not a light all o'er their clouded skies;And thro' the ...
Over the silent sea of sleep, Far away! far away! Over a strange and starlit deep Where the beautiful shadows ...
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