I sit to-night by the firelight, And I look at the glowing flame, And I see in the bright red flashes A Heart, a Face, and a Name. How often have I seen pictures Framed in the firelight’s blaze, Of hearts, of names, and of faces, And scenes of remembered days! How often have I found poems …
Nocturne [“Betimes, I seem to see in dreams”] By Abram Joseph Ryan
Betimes, I seem to see in dreams What when awake I may not see; Can night be God’s more than the day? Do stars, not…
Night After the Picnic By Abram Joseph Ryan
And “Happy! Happy! Happy!” Rang the bells of all the hours; “Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!” Looked and listened all the flowers; They were wakened from their slumbers, By…
New Year By Abram Joseph Ryan
Each year cometh with all his days, Some are shadowed and some are bright; He beckons us on until he stays Kneeling with us ‘neath Christmas…
My Beads By Abram Joseph Ryan
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….
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…