The tears that trickled down our eyes, They do not touch the earth to-day; But soar like angels to the skies, And, like the angels, may not die; For ah! our immortality Flows thro’ each tear — sounds in each sigh. What waves of tears surge o’er the deep Of sorrow in our restless souls! And they are strong,…
Sursum Corda By Abram Joseph Ryan
Weary hearts! weary hearts! by the cares of life oppressed, Ye are wand’ring in the shadows — ye are sighing for a rest: There is darkness in…
Sunless Days By Abram Joseph Ryan
They come to ev’ry life — sad, sunless days, With not a light all o’er their clouded skies; And thro’ the dark we grope along our…
St. Stephen By Abram Joseph Ryan
First champion of the Crucified! Who, when the fight began Between the Church and worldly pride So nobly fought, so nobly died, The foremost in the van; While…
St. Mary’s By Abram Joseph Ryan
Back to where the roses rest Round a shrine of holy name, (Yes — they knew me when I came) More of peace and less of fame …
St. Bridget By Abram Joseph Ryan
Sweet heaven’s smile Gleamed o’er the isle, That gems the dreamy sea. One far gone day, And flash’d its ray, More than a thousand years away, Pure Bridget, over…
Spirit Song By Abram Joseph Ryan
Thou wert once the purest wave Where the tempests roar; Thou art now a golden wave On the golden shore — Ever — ever — evermore!…
Sorrow and the Flowers. – A Memorial Wreath to C. F. By Abram Joseph Ryan
Sorrow: A garland for a grave! Fair flowers that bloom, And only bloom to fade as fast away, We twine your leaflets ’round our Claudia’s tomb, …
Song of the River By Abram Joseph Ryan
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing — low — singing — And the dim rippling river said softly to me, “I’m bringing, a-bringing — While floating…
Song of the Mystic By Abram Joseph Ryan
I walk down the Valley of Silence — Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone! And I hear not the fall of a footstep Around me,…