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 ...
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 ...
'Twas the dusky Hallowe'en --Hour of fairy and of wraith,When in many a dim-lit green,'Neath the stars' prophetic sheen,As the ...
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 ...
And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" Rang the bells of all the hours;"Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!" Looked and listened all the flowers;They were ...
To the Children of Mary of the Cathedral of MobileIn the mystical dim of the temple, In the dream-haunted dim ...
My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes!But I will lift ...
A Night Prayer Dark! Dark! Dark!The sun is set; the day is dead: Thy Feast has fled;My eyes ...
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 ...
How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears,And ...
Only a few more years!Weary years!Only a few more tears!Bitter tears!And then - and then - like other men,I cease ...
Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung --And far and wide from flashing fold The ...
Go down where the wavelets are kissing the shore,And ask of them why do they sigh?The poets have asked them ...
When I am dead, and all will soon forget My words, and face, and ways --I, somehow, think I'll walk ...
Purer than thy own white snow, Nobler than thy mountains' height;Deeper than the ...
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 ...
Just when the gentle hand of spring Came fringing the trees with bud and leaf,And when the blades the warm ...
Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin:Death came, and two lips murmured low,"Ah! once I ...
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing -- low -- singing -- And the dim rippling river ...
Two lights on a lowly altar; Two snowy cloths for a Feast;Two vases of dying roses; The morning comes from ...
The Master's voice was sweet: "I gave My life for thee;Bear thou this cross thro' pain and loss, Arise and ...
~Not~ as of one whom multitudes ~admire~, I believe they call him great;They throng to hear him with a strange ...
Into a temple vast and dim,Solemn and vast and dim,Just when the last sweet Vesper Hymn Was floating far away,With ...
The tears that trickled down our eyes, They do not touch the earth to-day;But soar like angels to the skies, ...
Life's Vesper-bells are ringing In the temple of my heart,And yon sunset, sure, is singing "Nunc dimittis -- Now depart!"Ah! ...
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