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His face was sad some shadow must have hung	A
Above his soul its folds now falling dark	B
Now almost bright but dark or not so dark	B
Like cloud upon a mount 'twas always there	C
A shadow and his face was always sad	D
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His eyes were changeful for the gloom of gray	E
Within them met and blended with the blue	F
And when they gazed they seemed almost to dream	G
They looked beyond you into far away	E
And often drooped his face was always sad	D
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His eyes were deep I often saw them dim	H
As if the edges of a cloud of tears	I
Had gathered there and only left a mist	J
That made them moist and kept them ever moist	K
He never wept his face was always sad	D
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I mean not many saw him ever weep	L
And yet he seemed as one who often wept	M
Or always tears that were too proud to flow	N
In outer streams but shrunk within and froze	O
Froze down into himself his face was sad	D
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And yet sometimes he smiled a sudden smile	P
As if some far gone joy came back again	Q
Surprised his heart and flashed across his face	R
A moment like a light through rifts in clouds	S
Which falls upon an unforgotten grave	T
He rarely laughed his face was ever sad	D
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And when he spoke his words were sad as wails	U
And strange as stories of an unknown land	V
And full of meanings as the sea of moans	W
At times he was so still that silence seemed	X
To sentinel his lips and not a word	Y
Would leave his heart his face was strangely sad	D
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But then at times his speech flowed like a stream	G
A deep and dreamy stream through lonely dells	W
Of lofty mountain thoughts and o'er its waves	W
Hung mysteries of gloom and in its flow	N
It rippled on lone shores fair fringed with flowers	W
And deepened as it flowed his face was sad	D
	-
He had his moods of silence and of speech	Z
I asked him once the reason and he said	A2
When I speak much my words are only words	W
When I speak least my words are more than words	W
When I speak not I then reveal myself	B2
It was his way of saying things he spoke	C2
In quaintest riddles and his face was sad	D
	-
And when he wished he wove around his words	W
A nameless spell that marvelously thrilled	D2
The dullest ear 'Twas strange that he so cold	E2
Could warm the coldest heart that he so hard	F2
Could soften hardest soul that he so still	G2
Could rouse the stillest mind his face was sad	D
	-
He spoke of death as if it were a toy	H2
For thought to play with and of life he spoke	C2
As of a toy not worth the play of thought	I2
And of this world he spoke as captives speak	J2
Of prisons where they pine he spoke of men	Q
As one who found pure gold in each of them	K2
He spoke of women just as if he dreamed	X
About his mother and he spoke of God	L2
As if he walked with Him and knew His heart	M2
But he was weary and his face was sad	D
	-
He had a weary way in all he did	N2
As if he dragged a chain or bore a cross	W
And yet the weary went to him for rest	O2
His heart seemed scarce to know an earthly joy	H2
And yet the joyless were rejoiced by him	H
He seemed to have two selves his outer self	B2
Was free to any passer by and kind to all	P2
And gentle as a child's that outer self	B2
Kept open all its gates that who so wished	Q2
Might enter them and find therein a place	W
And many entered but his face was sad	D
	-
The inner self he guarded from approach	R2
He kept it sealed and sacred as a shrine	S2
He guarded it with silence and reserve	T2
Its gates were locked and watched and none might pass	W
Beyond the portals and his face was sad	D
But whoso entered there and few were they	E
So very few so very very few	F
They never did forget they said How strange	U2
They murmured still How strange how strangely strange	U2
They went their ways but wore a lifted look	V2
And higher meanings came to common words	W
And lowly thoughts took on the grandest tones	W
And near or far they never did forget	W2
The Shadow and the Shrine his face was sad	D
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He was not young nor old yet he was both	X2
Nor both by turns but always both at once	W
For youth and age commingled in his ways	W
His words his feelings and his thoughts and acts	W
At times the old man tottered in his thoughts	W
The child played thro' his words his face was sad	D
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I one day asked his age he smiled and said	A2
The rose that sleeps upon yon valley's breast	O2
Just born to day is not as young as I	Y2
The moss robed oak of twice a thousand storms	W
An acorn cradled ages long ago	N
Is old in sooth but not as old as I	Y2
It was his way he always answered thus	W
But when he did his face was very sad	D

Abram Joseph Ryan

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