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1、 Father Ryans Poems (55)Betimes, I seem to see in dreams What when awake I may not see； Can night be God”s more than the day？ Do stars, not suns, best light his way？ Who knoweth？ Blended lights and shades Arch aisles down which He walks to me. I hear him coming in the night Afar, and yet I know not
2、how； His steps make music low and sweet； Sometimes the nails are in his feet； Does darkness give God better light Than day, to find a weary brow？ Does darkness give man brighter rays To find the God, in sunshine lost？ Must shadows wrap the trysting-place Where God meets hearts with gentlest grace？ W
3、ho knoweth it？ God hath His ways For every soul here sorrow-tossed. The hours of day are like the waves That fret against the shores of sin： They touch the human everywhere, The Bright-Divine fades in their glare； And God”s sweet voice the spirit craves Is heard too faintly in the din. When all the
4、senses are awake, The mortal presses overmuch Upon the great immortal part And God seems further from the heart. Must souls, like skies, when day-dawns break, Lose star by star at sunlight”s touch？ But when the sun kneels in the west, And grandly sinks as great hearts sink； And in his sinking flings
5、 adown Bright blessings from his fading crown, The stars begin their song of rest, And shadows make the thoughtless think. The human seems to fade away； And down the starred and shadowed skies The heavenly comes as memories come Of home to hearts afar from home； And thro” the darkness after day Many
6、 a winged angel flies. And somehow, tho” the eyes see less, Our spirits seem to see the more； When we look thro” night”s shadow-bars The soul sees more than shining stars, Yea sees the very loveliness That rests upon the “Golden Shore“. Strange reveries steal o”er us then, Like keyless chords of ins
7、truments, With music”s soul without the notes； And subtle, sad, and sweet there floats A melody not made by men, Nor ever heard by outer sense. And “what has been“, and “what will be“, And “what is not“, but “might have been“, The dim “to be“, the “mournful gone“, The little things life rested on In “Long-ago”s“, give tone, not key, To reveries beyond our ken.
