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 fears that haunt the way.         We never        Here can sever    Any now from the forever     Interclasping near and far!        For each minute        Holds within it    All the hours of the infinite,     As one sky holds…