FATHER RYAN'S

POEMS.

"All Rests with those who Read. A work or thought

Is what each makes it to himself, and may
Be full of great dark meanings, like the sea,
With shoals of life rushing; or like the air,
Benighted with the wing of the wild dove,
Sweeping miles broad o'er the far southern woods,
With mighty glimpses of the central light,-
Or may be nothing-bodiless, spiritless."

-FESTUS.

UNIV. OF

MOBILE:

JNO. L. RAPIER & CO., PUBLISHERS.

1879.

COPYRIGHT

BY ABRAM J. RYAN,

1879.

NO VIMU
AIMBOLIAO

956

THESE

SIMPLE RHYMES

ARE LAID AS A GARLAND OF LOVE

AT THE FEET OF HIS MOTHER BY

HER CHILD, THE

AUTHOR.

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