| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| In Patris Mei Memoriam |
| | | John Myers O’Hara |
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| 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 | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. | |
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