23 Mary C. Ryan Poems

Be inspired by these Mary C. Ryan poems which were originally published in 1890. While little is known about Mary C. Ryan, her book was published in New York, so we believe she lived in the United States. Her poems are inspirational in nature and have reflections of wisdom about life that still apply to the 21st century.

Mary C. Ryan

Updated July 9, 2026, by Catherine Pulsifer.

Popular Famous Poems by Mary C. Ryan

When Sadness Like A Gloomy Night

Poet: Mary C. Ryan

When sadness like a gloomy night
Comes stealing o'er thy soul,
Oh! pause and think of time's swift flight.
How soon you'll reach life's goal.
And though thy heart is ofttimes tilled
With burning griefs and cares,
Reflect: for God with wisdom willed
This life be bathed in tears.

When weary here, toiling in vain,
With soul that longs for rest,
Then falter not, if thou would'st gain
A mansion with the blest.
It may be that love unrequited
May often dim thine eye,
Yet onward press, though earth may fade.
You'll get your meed on high.

Then nobly bear the cross of life,
Whate'er it chance to be;
E'er bravely battle in the strife
Until the soul is free.
Never repine o'er trifling woes.
This world is but a span;
And life in ceaseless numbers flows,
As when time first began.

Pleasures

Poet: Mary C. Ryan

How fleeting are all the sweet pleasures below,
Like gay flaunting phantoms before us they go;
Or like dreams of enchantment with victory won.
Vanishing with sleep, and forever are gone.

Thus daily earth's pleasures like mists pass away.
The hopes we hold dearest the soonest decay;
And joys that are brightest the quickest depart.
Leaving fond mem'ries to cling round the heart.

The glory of kings, the beauty of flowers,
Survive but a season, a few summer hours,
For all we enjoy from our grasp pass away,
E'en life at its close will appear as a day.

How vain then are all the allurements of life,
Since all that is won in the world's busy strife.
In a moment is lost. The triumphs and fame
Of the great and the wise are simply a name.

For in palace or cot at life's ebbing tide,
But one hope can remain, one joy can abide.
The hope of the soul for redemption on high,
And joy of the promise, a home in the sky.

Sonnet: Hope

Poet: Mary C. Ryan

Sweet angel of joy! beautiful Hope!
With jewel-tipped wings e'er ready for flight,
Thy siren songs, by moon's silver light,
Despair and sorrow oft will envelop
In a halo of bliss, till both are lost
In joy's bright cloud. Hope, thou anchor of life,
Which saves the weary in the world's great strife
When helplessly they, by storm's fury tossed,
A soul in anguish a long lonesome day
Rejoices ever thy sweet voice to ken.
So, beautiful Hope, chase woe far away
With thy bright allurements pure and serene.
May we enjoy thy smiles all the way.
Through earth's mystic vale, oh! ever be seen.