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, ...
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 ...
And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" Rang the bells of all the hours;"Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!" Looked and listened all the flowers;They were ...
Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore,The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore.Cold, white, against the ...
I sit to-night by the firelight, And I look at the glowing flame,And I see in the bright red flashes ...
Nature is but the outward vestibuleWhich God has placed before an unseen shrine,The Visible is but a fair, bright valeThat ...
Only a few more years!Weary years!Only a few more tears!Bitter tears!And then - and then - like other men,I cease ...
How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears,And ...
Go down where the wavelets are kissing the shore,And ask of them why do they sigh?The poets have asked them ...
There never was a valley without a faded flower, There never was a heaven without some little cloud;The face of ...
When I am dead, and all will soon forget My words, and face, and ways --I, somehow, think I'll walk ...
Just when the gentle hand of spring Came fringing the trees with bud and leaf,And when the blades the warm ...
Dreary! weary! Weary! dreary!Sighs my soul this lonely night. Farewell gladness! Welcome sadness!Vanished are my visions bright. Stars are shining! ...
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing -- low -- singing -- And the dim rippling river ...
The Master's voice was sweet: "I gave My life for thee;Bear thou this cross thro' pain and loss, Arise and ...
Be you near, or be you far,Let my blessing, like a star, Shine upon you everywhere!And in each lone evening ...
The brook that down the valley So musically drips,Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips.Her ...
~Not~ as of one whom multitudes ~admire~, I believe they call him great;They throng to hear him with a strange ...
The tears that trickled down our eyes, They do not touch the earth to-day;But soar like angels to the skies, ...
Weary hearts! weary hearts! by the cares of life oppressed,Ye are wand'ring in the shadows -- ye are sighing for ...
Back to where the roses restRound a shrine of holy name,(Yes -- they knew me when I came)More of peace ...
Young as the youngest who donned the Gray, True as the truest that wore it,Brave as the bravest he marched ...
Out of the shadows of sadness,Into the sunshine of gladness, Into the light of the blest;Out of a land very ...
The world is sweet, and fair, and bright, And joy aboundeth everywhere,The glorious stars crown every night, And thro' the ...
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