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 the chords of the winds…
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Death of the Flower By Abram Joseph Ryan
I love my mother, the wildwood, I sleep upon her breast; A day or two of childhood, And then I sink to rest. I had once…
Death By Abram Joseph Ryan
Out of the shadows of sadness, Into the sunshine of gladness, Into the light of the blest; Out of a land very dreary, Out of a world very…
De Profundis By Abram Joseph Ryan
Ah! days so dark with death’s eclipse! Woe are we! woe are we! And the nights are ages long! From breaking hearts, thro’ pallid lips O my God!…
C.S.A. By Abram Joseph Ryan
Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who living were true and tried for us, And dying sleep side by side for us; The Martyr-band That…
Better than Gold By Abram Joseph Ryan
Better than grandeur, better than gold, Than rank and titles a thousand fold, Is a healthy body and a mind at ease, And simple pleasures that always please A…
At Night By Abram Joseph Ryan
Dreary! weary! Weary! dreary! Sighs my soul this lonely night. Farewell gladness! Welcome sadness! Vanished are my visions bright. Stars are shining! Winds are pining! In the sky and o’er the sea; Shine…
At Last By Abram Joseph Ryan
Into a temple vast and dim, Solemn and vast and dim, Just when the last sweet Vesper Hymn Was floating far away, With eyes that tabernacled tears — Her…
After Sickness By Abram Joseph Ryan
I nearly died, I almost touched the door That swings between forever and no more; I think I heard the awful hinges grate, Hour after hour, while I…
After Seeing Pius IX By Abram Joseph Ryan
I saw his face to-day; he looks a chief Who fears not human rage, nor human guile; Upon his cheeks the twilight of a grief, But…