Abram Joseph Ryan
Abram Joseph Ryan Poems
- Old Trees Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom There's...
- The Sword Of Robert Lee Forth from its scabbard, pure and ...
- Better Than Gold Better than grandeur, better than ...
- A Child's Wish Before an Altar I wish I were the little ...
- A Laugh -- And A Moan The brook that down the valley So ...
- The Conquered Banner Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary; Round...
- Out Of The Depths Lost! Lost! Lost! The cry went up from a ...
Abram Joseph Ryan (February 5, 1838 - April 22, 1886), OSFS, was an American poet, an active proponent of the Confederate States of America, and a Roman Catholic priest. He has been called the "Poet-Priest of the South," and less frequently, the "Poet Laureate of the Confederacy."
Ryan was born on February 5, 1838 in Hagerstown, Maryland, to Irish immigrants Matthew ... more »
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Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom
There's many a warrior laid,
And many a nameless and lonely tomb
Is sheltered beneath your shade.
Old trees, old trees! without pomp or prayer
We buried the brave and the true,
We fired a volley and left them there
To rest, old trees, with you.
Old trees, old trees! keep watch and ward
Over each grass-grown bed;
'Tis a glory, old trees, to stand as guard
Over the Southern dead;
Old trees, old trees! we shall pass away
Like the leaves you yearly shed,
But ye, lone sentinels, still must stay,
Old trees, ...