Poems : patriotic, religious, miscellaneous / by Abram J. Ryan [electronic text]
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Poems : patriotic, religious, miscellaneous / by Abram J. Ryan [electronic text]
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Ryan, Abram Joseph, 1836-1886
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Baltimore, Md.: John B. Piet & Co.
1884
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THE MASTER'S VOICE.
The waves were weary, and they went to sleep;The winds were hushed;The starlight flushedThe furrowed face of all the mighty deep.
The billows yester eve so dark and wild,Wore strangely nowA calm upon their brow,Like that which rests upon a cradled child.
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The sky was bright, and every single star,With gleaming face,Was in its place,And looked upon the sea — so fair and far.
And all was still — still as a temple dim,When low and faint,As murmurs plaint,Dies the last note of the Vesper hymn.
A bark slept on the sea, and in the barkSlept Mary's Son —The only OneWhose face is light! where all, all else, is dark.
His brow was heavenward turned, His face was fair;He dreamed of meOn that still sea —The stars He made were gleaming through His hair.
And, lo! a moan moved o'er the mighty deep;The sky grew dark:The little barkFelt all the waves awaking from their sleep.
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The winds wailed wild, and wilder billows beat;The bark was tossed:Shall all be lost?But Mary's Son slept on, serene and sweet.
The tempest raged in all its mighty wrath,The winds howled on,All hope seemed gone,And darker waves surged round the bark's lone path.
The sleeper woke! He gazed upon the deep;He whispered: "Peace!Winds — wild waves, cease!Be still!" The tempest fled — the ocean fell asleep.
And ah! when human hearts by storms are tossed,When life's lone barkDrifts through the darkAnd 'mid the wildest waves where all seems lost,
He now, as then, with words of power and peace,Murmurs: "Stormy deep,Be still — still — and sleep!"And, lo! a great calm comes — the tempest's perils cease.
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