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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When I am dead, and all will soon forgetMy words, and face, and ways —I, somehow, think I'll walk beside thee yetAdown thy after days.
I die first, and you will see my grave;But child! you must not cry;For my dead hand will brightest blessings waveO'er you from yonder sky.
You must not weep; I believe I'd hear your tearsTho' sleeping in a tomb:My rest would not be rest, if in your yearsThere floated clouds of gloom.
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For — from the first — your soul was dear to mine,And dearer it became,Until my soul, in every prayer, would twineThy name — my child! thy name.
You came to me in girlhood pure and fair,And in your soul — and face —I saw a likeness to another thereIn every trace and grace.
You came to me in girlhood — and you broughtAn image back to me;No matter what — or whose — I often soughtAnother's soul in thee.
Didst ever mark how, sometimes, I became —Gentle though I be —Gentler than ever when I called thy name,Gentlest to thee?
You came to me in girlhood; as your guideI watched your spirit's ways;We walked God's holy valleys side by side,And so went on the days.
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And so went on the years —'tis five and more;Your soul is fairer now;A light as of a sunset on a shoreIs falling on my brow —
Is falling, soon to fade; when I am deadThink this, my child, of me:I never said — I never could have said —Ungentle words to thee.
I treated you as I would treat a flower,I watched you with such care;And from my lips God heard in many an hourYour name in many a prayer.
I watched the flower's growth; so fair it grew,On not a leaf a stain;Your soul to purest thoughts so sweetly true;I did not watch in vain.
I guide you still — in my steps still you tread;Towards God these ways are set;'Twill soon be over: child! when I am deadI'll watch and guide you yet.
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'Tis better far that I should go before,And you awhile should stay;But I will wait upon the golden shoreTo meet my child some day.
When I am dead; in some lone after time,If crosses come to thee,You'll think — remembering this simple rhyme —"He holds a crown for me."
I guide you here — I go before you there;But here or there — I know —Whether the roses, or the thorny crown you wearI'll watch where'er you go,
And wait until you come; when I am deadThink, sometimes, child, of this:You must not weep — follow where I led,I wait for you in bliss.
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