Abram Joseph Ryan
Abram Joseph Ryan Poems
- The Conquered Banner Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary; Round...
- The Sword Of Robert Lee Forth from its scabbard, pure and ...
- Old Trees Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom There's...
- A Laugh -- And A Moan The brook that down the valley So ...
- A Child's Wish Before an Altar I wish I were the little ...
- Better Than Gold Better than grandeur, better than ...
- 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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The Conquered Banner
Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary;
Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary;
Furl it, fold it, it is best;
For there's not a man to wave it,
And there's not a sword to save it,
And there's no one left to lave it
In the blood that heroes gave it;
And its foes now scorn and brave it;
Furl it, hide it-let it rest!
Take that banner down! 'tis tattered;
Broken is its shaft and shattered;
And the valiant hosts are scattered
Over whom it floated high.
Oh! 'tis hard for us to fold it;
Hard to think there's none to hold it;
Hard that those who once unrolled ...