Alice Guerin Crist

(6 February 1876 - 13 June 1941 / Clare Castle)

Alice Guerin Crist Poems

1. The Courtship Of Young John 4/5/2010
2. The Old Days - And The New 4/5/2010
3. The Voyage 4/5/2010
4. The Way Of The Bush 4/5/2010
5. West Of Fanny O'Dea's 4/5/2010
6. When Rody Came To Ironbark 4/5/2010
7. The Ride Of Rody Burke 4/5/2010
8. The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926) 4/5/2010
9. The Young Rebel 4/5/2010
10. The Silver Box 4/5/2010
11. The Water-Witch 4/5/2010
12. Old Tin Liz 1/1/2004
13. Homesick 4/5/2010
14. In Winter 4/5/2010
15. Milestones 4/5/2010
16. Grass 4/5/2010
17. Brother Wind 4/5/2010
18. Christmas Welcome 4/5/2010
19. Himself 4/5/2010
20. O’grady’s Little Girl 4/5/2010
21. Bid Mccrae 4/5/2010
22. “o’shea” 4/5/2010
23. November In Ireland 1/1/2004
24. A Song Of Delight 4/5/2010
25. Murtagh The Cobbler 4/5/2010
26. A Young Rebel 4/5/2010
27. Adventure 4/5/2010
28. The Banshee 4/5/2010
29. A Letter From Palestine 4/5/2010
30. Sixty Years Ago 4/5/2010
31. Enniskillen 4/5/2010
32. The First School Day 4/5/2010
33. Fairies 4/5/2010
34. A Dream Of Heaven 4/5/2010
35. Resurrection 1/1/2004
36. Croquet 4/5/2010
37. Afterglow 1/1/2004

Comments about Alice Guerin Crist

  • Mark Meck (10/18/2019 2:22:00 AM)

    Such a well painted picture of heaven in poem. I love it.

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Best Poem of Alice Guerin Crist

A Dream Of Heaven

They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,
But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,
That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
Where are green grass and trees, and soft spring rain;

Where are no scorching suns, or skies drought-blazing,
But dear grey clouds with sunshine stealing through
In level rays, o’er distant wooded valleys,
And still green pools, with waterlilies blue.

And those who sought to save drought-ridden creatures,
And struggled bravely with the grim old earth,
The God of all true hearts will surely give them
Rest...

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Resurrection

All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.

All hushed the air was - rapt and clear and still
The earth, late racked with pain
Felt it's insensate form with rapture thrill
And hope was born again

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