O Heart of Three-in-the evening, You nestled the thorn-crowned head; He leaned on you in His sorrow, And rested on you when dead. Ah! Holy Three-in-the evening He gave you His richest dower; He met you afar on Calvary, And made you “His own last hour”. O Brow of Three-in-the evening, Thou wearest a crimson crown; Thou art…
Gone By Abram Joseph Ryan
S. M. A. Gone! and there’s not a gleam of you, Faces that float into far away; Gone! and we can only dream of you Each…
God in the Night By Abram Joseph Ryan
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God: He walks the world; He puts His holy hand On every sleeper — only puts His hand…
Follow Me By Abram Joseph Ryan
The Master’s voice was sweet: “I gave My life for thee; Bear thou this cross thro’ pain and loss, Arise and follow Me.” I clasped it in…
Fifty Years at the Altar By Abram Joseph Ryan
“To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his company at Loyola College,…
Feast of the Sacred Heart By Abram Joseph Ryan
Two lights on a lowly altar; Two snowy cloths for a Feast; Two vases of dying roses; The morning comes from the east, With a gleam for…
Feast of the Presentation of Mary in the Temple By Abram Joseph Ryan
The priests stood waiting in the holy place, Impatient of delay (Isaiah had been read), When sudden up the aisle there came a face Like a…
Feast of the Assumption. – “A Night Prayer” By Abram Joseph Ryan
Dark! Dark! Dark! The sun is set; the day is dead: Thy Feast has fled; My eyes are wet with tears unshed; I bow my head; Where the star-fringed shadows softly sway I…
Farewells By Abram Joseph Ryan
They are so sad to say: no poem tells The agony of hearts that dwells In lone and last farewells. They are like deaths: they bring a…
Far Away By Abram Joseph Ryan
“Far Away!” what does it mean? A change of heart with a change of place? When footsteps pass from scene to scene, Fades soul from soul…