The Poetry Corner

Lines ["Sometimes, from the far-away,"]

By Abram Joseph Ryan

Sometimes, from the far-away, Wing a little thought to me; In the night or in the day, It will give a rest to me. I have praise of many here, And the world gives me renown; Let it go -- give me one tear, 'Twill be a jewel in my crown. What care I for earthly fame? How I shrink from all its glare! I would rather that my name Would be shrined in some one's prayer. Many hearts are all too much, Or too little in their praise; I would rather feel the touch Of one prayer that thrills all days.