The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-09-03
UWe know notthe author rt the following;
but it is a most striking evidence, ofthe authors
earnest, honest patriotism and piety. =
A Prayer for Peace.

earnest honest patriotism and piety.
~ A Prayer for Peace.
Peacel PeaceI God ofour fathers, grant us Peac,
Unto our cry of anguish and despair
Give ear and pityI From the lonely homes,
Where widowed beggary and orphaned wee
Fill tEeif poor urns with tears; from trample
.s plains,
Where the bright harvest Thou hast sent U.S. rots
The blood of.hem who should have garnered it
Calling to Thee-from fields Of carnage. where
The foul-Bealed vultures, stated, flap their wing
Der crowded corpses; that but yesterday
Bore hearts of brothers, beating high With love
And common ihoPes and pride; all blastednow;-
Father of Merciesl not alone from these
Our prayer and wall are lifted. Not alone
Upon The battles scared and desoIgtestrack,
Nor with the sword and flame, is it, o God,
PhatThou hast smittenus. Around onr hearths
And in thecrowded streets and busy marts,
Where ECHO whispers not the far-ofstrife
That Stays our loved ones;-in the solemn halls
OF safe and quiet counsel-nay, beneath 4
The temple-roofs that we have reared to Thee,
And mid their rising incense,AGod of Peace!
The curse ofwar is on us. Greed and hate
Hungering for gold and blood: Ambition .bred
of passionate vanity and sordiG lusts
Mad with the base desire Of tyrahnous sway
Over mems souls and, thoughts; have set their
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On human hecatombs, and sell aud buy
Their sons and brothers for the shambles. Priests.
With white, anointed, supplicating hands,
From Sabbath unto Sabbath clasped to Thee,
Burn, in.their tiDgling pulses, to- fling down
Thy censers and thy cross, to clutch the throats
Of kinsmen by whose cradles they were born
orgrasp the brand of Herod, and 90 forth
Till Rachel hath no children left to slay.
The very name ofJesus, writ upon ErgEfr
Thy shrines, beneath the spotless, outstretcbed
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Of Thine Almighty Dove, is wraptand hid
With bloody battle-fags, and from the spires
That rise above them, angry banners fout
The skies to which they point, amid the clang
VI rolling war-songs tuned to mock Thy praise
All things once priced and honored are forgot.
The Freedom that we worshipped, next to Thee;
The manhood that was freedoms spear and
shield;
Theproud, true hear; the brave, outspoken word.
Which might be stifed, but could never wear
The guise, whate'er the profit, ola lie;
All these are gone, and in their stead, have come
The vices of the miser and the slave
scorning no shame that bringeth gold or power,
Knowing no love, or faith, or reverence,
Or sympathy, or tie, or aim, or hope,
Save as begun in self, and ending there.
With vipers like to these, o blessed Godl
scourge us no longerI Send as down, once more
Some shining seraph in Thy glory clad,
To wake the midnight of our sorrowinp
With tidings of Good Will and Peace to men.
And if the star that through the darkness led
Earth wisdom then, guide not our folly now,
Oh, be the lightning Thine Evangelist, ~
With all its fiery, forked tongues, to speak
The unanswerable message of Thy VIII.
Peacet Peacel God of Jour fathers, grant US
Peace
Peace in our hearts and at Thine affairs; Peace =
On the red waters and their b!ighted shores:
Peace for the leaguered cities. and the hosts
That watch and bleed: around them and within:
Peace for the homeless and the fatherIess; J
Peace for the captive on the weary way, Ii
And the mad crowds who jeer his heIplesspess. n
For them that suffer, them that do the wrong: a.
SHINING and sinned against--O God! for all. o
FOR distracted, torn, and bleeding land p
peed the glad tidingsl Give us, give us Peace