Listen By Abram Joseph Ryan

        We borrow,
        In our sorrow,
    From the sun of some to-morrow
     Half the light that gilds to-day;
        And the splendor
        Flashes tender
    O’er hope’s footsteps to defend her
     From the fears that haunt the way.

        We never
        Here can sever
    Any now from the forever
     Interclasping near and far!
        For each minute
        Holds within it
    All the hours of the infinite,
     As one sky holds every star.