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 ...
To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his ...
The priests stood waiting in the holy place, Impatient of delay (Isaiah had been read),When sudden up ...
My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes!But I will lift ...
Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore,The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore.Cold, white, against the ...
Nature is but the outward vestibuleWhich God has placed before an unseen shrine,The Visible is but a fair, bright valeThat ...
Unroll Erin's flag! fling its folds to the breeze!Let it float o'er the land, let it flash o'er the seas!Lift ...
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, ...
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 ...
He walked alone beside the lonely sea,The slanting sunbeams fell upon his face,His shadow fluttered on the pure white sandsLike ...
Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin:Death came, and two lips murmured low,"Ah! once I ...
God knows all things -- but we In darkness walk our ways;We wonder what will be, We ask the nights ...
Two lights on a lowly altar; Two snowy cloths for a Feast;Two vases of dying roses; The morning comes from ...
~Not~ as of one whom multitudes ~admire~, I believe they call him great;They throng to hear him with a strange ...
To-day a bird on wings as white as foam That crests the blue-gray wave,With the vesper light upon its breast, ...
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 ...
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! ...
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