My feet are wearied, and my hands are tired, My soul oppressed — And I desire, what I have long desired — Rest — only rest. ‘Tis hard to toil — when toil is almost vain, In barren ways; ‘Tis hard to sow — and never garner grain, In harvest days. The burden of my days is hard to bear, But God…
Presentiment By Abram Joseph Ryan
“My Sister” Cometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low; Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night of my woe; And a…
Poets By Abram Joseph Ryan
Poets are strange — not always understood By many is their gift, Which is for evil or for mighty good — To lower or to lift….
Peace! Be Still By Abram Joseph Ryan
Sometimes the Saviour sleeps, and it is dark; For, oh! His eyes are this world’s only light, And when they close wild waves rush on His…
Passing Away By Abram Joseph Ryan
Life’s Vesper-bells are ringing In the temple of my heart, And yon sunset, sure, is singing “Nunc dimittis — Now depart!” Ah! the eve is golden-clouded, But…
Parting By Abram Joseph Ryan
Farewell! that word has broken hearts And blinded eyes with tears; Farewell! one stays, and one departs; Between them roll the years. No wonder why who…
Out of the Depths By Abram Joseph Ryan
Lost! Lost! Lost! The cry went up from a sea — The waves were wild with an awful wrath, Not a light shone down on the lone ship’s path; The clouds…
Only a Dream By Abram Joseph Ryan
Only a Dream! It floated thro’ The sky of a lonely sleep As floats a gleam Athwart the Blue Of a golden clouded Deep. Only a Dream! I…
Old Trees By Abram Joseph Ryan
Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom There’s many a warrior laid, And many a nameless and lonely tomb Is sheltered beneath your shade. Old trees,…
Now By Abram Joseph Ryan
Sometimes a single hour Rings thro’ a long life-time, As from a temple tower There often falls a chime From blessed bells, that seems To fold in Heaven’s…