Full Online Books
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
Full Online Book HomePoemsSt. Mary's
Famous Authors (View All Authors)
St. Mary's Post by :maltiti Category :Poems Author :Abram Joseph Ryan Date :September 2011 Read :1724

Click below to download : St. Mary's (Format : PDF)

St. Mary's

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
Suit my restless heart the best.

Back to where long quiets brood,
Where the calm is never stirred
By the harshness of a word,
But instead the singing bird
Sweetens all my solitude.

With the birds and with the flowers
Songs and silences unite,
From the morning unto night;
And somehow a clearer light
Shines along the quiet hours.

God comes closer to me here --
Back of ev'ry rose leaf there
He is hiding -- and the air
Thrills with calls to holy prayer;
Earth grows far, and heaven near.

Every single flower is fraught
With the very sweetest dreams,
Under clouds or under gleams
Changeful ever -- yet meseems
On each leaf I read God's thought.

Still, at times, as place of death,
Not a sound to vex the ear,
Yet withal it is not drear;
Better for the heart to hear,
Far from men -- God's gentle breath.

Where men clash, God always clings:
When the human passes by,
Like a cloud from summer sky,
God so gently draweth nigh,
And the brightest blessings brings.

List! e'en now a wild bird sings,
And the roses seem to hear
Every note that thrills my ear,
Rising to the heavens clear,
And my soul soars on its wings

Up into the silent skies
Where the sunbeams veil the star,
Up -- beyond the clouds afar,
Where no discords ever mar,
Where rests peace that never dies.

So I live within the calm,
And the birds and roses know
That the days that come and go
Are as peaceful as the flow
Of a prayer beneath a psalm.

(The end)
Abram Joseph Ryan's poem: St. Mary's

If you like this book please share to your friends :

When? (death) When? (death)

When? (death)
Some day in Spring, When earth is fair and glad,And sweet birds sing, And fewest hearts are sad -- Shall I die then? Ah! me, no matter when;I know it will be sweet To leave the homes of men And rest beneath the sod,To kneel and kiss Thy feet In Thy home, O my God!Some Summer morn Of splendors and of songs,When roses hide the thorn And smile -- the spirit's wrongs -- Shall I die then? Ah! me, no matter when;I know I will rejoice

A Reverie 'did I Dream Of A Song? Or Sing In A Dream?' A Reverie "did I Dream Of A Song? Or Sing In A Dream?"

A Reverie 'did I Dream Of A Song? Or Sing In A Dream?'
Did I dream of a song? or sing in a dream?Why ask when the night only knoweth?The night -- and the angel of sleep!But ever since then a music deep,Like a stream thro' a shadow-land, flowethUnder each thought of my spirit that growethInto the blossom and bloom of speech --Under each fancy that cometh and goeth --Wayward, as waves when evening breeze blowethOut of the sunset and into the beach.And is it a wonder I wept to-day?For I mused and thought, but I cannot sayIf I dreamed of a song, or sang in a dream.In the silence of sleep, and the