In Patris Mei Memoriam
1870-1944
By the fond name that was his own and mine,
The last upon his lips that strove with doom,
He called me and I saw the light assume
A sudden glory and around him shine;
And nearer now I saw the laureled line
Of the august of Song before me loom,
And knew the voices, erstwhile through the gloom,
That whispered and forbade me to repine.
And with farewell, a shaft of splendor sank
Out of the stars and faded as a flame,
And down the night, on clouds of glory, came
The battle seraphs halting rank on rank;
And lifted heavenward to heroic peace,
He passed and left me hope beyond surcease.
DayPoems Poem No. 1500
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1500.html">In Patris Mei Memoriam by John Myers O'Hara</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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