Sweet, blessed beads! I would not part With one of you for richest gem That gleams in kingly diadem; Ye know the history of my heart….
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Mother’s Way By Abram Joseph Ryan
Oft within our little cottage, As the shadows gently fall, While the sunlight touches softly One sweet face upon the wall, Do we gather close together, And…
Mobile Mystic Societies By Abram Joseph Ryan
The olden golden stories of the world, That stirred the past, And now are dim as dreams, The lays and legends which the bards unfurled In lines that…
Memories By Abram Joseph Ryan
They come, as the breeze comes over the foam, Waking the waves that are sinking to sleep — The fairest of memories from far-away home, The…
March of the Deathless Dead By Abram Joseph Ryan
Gather the sacred dust Of the warriors tried and true, Who bore the flag of a Nation’s trust And fell in a cause, though lost, still just, …
M * * * By Abram Joseph Ryan
When I am dead, and all will soon forget My words, and face, and ways — I, somehow, think I’ll walk beside thee yet Adown thy…
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…
Lines [“The world is sweet, and fair, and bright,”] By Abram Joseph Ryan
The world is sweet, and fair, and bright, And joy aboundeth everywhere, The glorious stars crown every night, And thro’ the dark of ev’ry care Above us…
Lines [“The death of men is not the death”] By Abram Joseph Ryan
The death of men is not the death Of rights that urged them to the fray; For men may yield On battle-field A noble life with stainless shield, And swords…
Lines [“Sometimes, from the far-away,”] By Abram Joseph Ryan
Sometimes, from the far-away, Wing a little thought to me; In the night or in the day, It will give a rest to me. I have…