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rest.
Out of to-day's sin and sorrowInto a blissful to-morrowInto a day
without gloom; Out of a land filled with sighingLand of the dead and the
dyingInto a land without tomb.
Out of a life of commotionTempest-swept oft as the oceanDark
with the wrecks drifting o'er; Into a land calm and quietNever a storm
cometh nigh itNever a wreck on its shore.
Out of a land in whose bowers Perish and fade all the flowers: Out of
the land of decayInto the Eden where fairest Of floweretsand sweetest
and rarestNever shall wither away.
Out of the world of the wailing Thronged with the anguished and
ailing; Out of the world of the sadInto the world that rejoices -- World
of bright visions and voices -- Into the world of the glad.
Out of a life ever mournfulOut of a land very lornfulWhere in
bleak exile we roamInto a joy-land above usWhere there's a Father to
love us -- Into our home -- "Sweet Home".
Father Ryan's Poems
65
What Ails the World?
What ails the world?
the poet cried; "And why does death walk
everywhere? And why do tears fall anywhere? And skies have
cloudsand souls have care?" Thus the poet sangand sighed.
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