Hope

Thine eyes are dim:
A mist hath gathered there;
Around their rim
Float many clouds of care,
And there is sorrow every -- everywhere.

But there is God,
Every -- everywhere;
Beneath His rod
Kneel thou adown in prayer.

For grief is God's own kiss
Upon a soul.
Look up! the sun of bliss
Will shine where storm-clouds roll.

Yes, weeper, weep!
'Twill not be evermore;
I know the darkest deep
Hath e'en the brightest shore.

So tired! so tired!
A cry of half despair;
Look! at your side --
And see Who standeth there!

Your Father! Hush!
A heart beats in His breast;
Now rise and rush
Into His arms -- and rest.

Abram Joseph Ryan

Abram Joseph Ryan was an American poet, Catholic priest, and former Confederate chaplain. Known as the 'Poet-Priest of the South,' his most famous work is 'The Conquered Banner.' Ryan wrote many poems that reflected his Southern heritage and the American Civil War. His works often possess a spiritual and melancholic tone, inspired by the losses of the war and his religious faith. In addition to poetry, he also wrote essays and gave public speeches.

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Ah! days so dark with death's eclipse!
    Woe are we! woe are we!
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    O my God! woe are we!
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The Prayer of the South

My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod!
My face is wan and white with many woes!
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I kneel, and weeping for each slaughtered son,
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My hopes are buried with my children's dust!
My joys have fled, my tears are flowing fast!
In whom, save Thee, our Father, shall I trust?
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A Blessing

Be you near, or be you far,
Let my blessing, like a star,
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When the twilight folds the flower,
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A Death

Crushed with a burden of woe,
Wrecked in the tempest of sin:
Death came, and two lips murmured low,
"Ah! once I was white as the snow,
In the happy and pure long ago;
But they say God is sweet -- is it so?
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"The sky does not miss the gone gleam,
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Rest

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    My soul oppressed --
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    Rest -- only rest.

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    The Autumn yield;
'Tis hard to till, and 'tis tilled to weep
    O'er fruitless field.

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    So heart oppressed;
And so I sigh a weak and human sigh,
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