Poems: Patriotic, Religious by Abram Joseph Ryan
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page 281 of 386 (72%)
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To future to-morrows where all seems bright.
Build them a bright and beautiful home, They'll soon grow weary and want to roam; Find them a spot without sorrow or pain, They may stay a day, but they're off again. Those hearts of ours -- how wild! how wild! They're as hard to tame as an Indian child; They're as restless as waves on the sounding sea, Like the breeze and the bird are they fickle and free. Those hearts of ours -- how lone! how lone! Ever, forever, they mourn and moan; Let them revel in joy, let them riot in cheer; The revelry o'er, they're all the more drear. Those hearts of ours -- how warm! how warm! Like the sun's bright rays, like the Summer's charm; How they beam and burn! how they gleam and glow Their flash and flame hide but ashes below. Those hearts of ours -- how cold! how cold! Like December's snow on the waste or wold; And though our Decembers melt soon into May, Hearts know Decembers that pass not away. Those hearts of ours -- how deep! how deep! You may sound the sea where the corals sleep, Where never a billow hath rumbled or rolled -- |
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