The Tarboro' southerner., 1868-04-23
by FATHER RYAN.

by FATHER RYAN.
NJ brav is bent beneath heavy rod
Nv face is wan and white with many
woes,
But will Iitt my poor, chained hands to
And for my children pray, 'and for my
foes,
Besides the graves where thousands loWiy
lie,
kneei-and weeping for each slaught
cred son,
| turn MY gaze to my own sunny sky,
And pray. Oh: Father, Thy will be
done!
Ms hearts Hllcd with anguish, deep and
vast,
Nvhorcs are buried with my childrcn's
dust,
Nv toys have fed-my tears arc flowing
In whom save Thee, our Father, shall l
trust?
AMI forgot Thee, Father, long and oft,
When l was happy, rich and proud ana
Bnt CONQUERED now and crushed, look
And sorrow leads me, Father, back to
Thee.
Amid the wrecks that mark the foeman's
knce}-and wailing DER my glorics
gone,
I still each thought OF hate; each throb OF
wrath,
And whispcr-Fathcr let Thy will be
done.
PITY me, Father of the DcsolateI
Alas, my burdens are 50 hard to bear
Lock down in mercy on my WretchCd ia'e
Aud keep ne, guard me, with Ihy low
ing care.
PITY nc, Father, for His body's sake,
Whose broken Heart bled at the feet o.
Grief, :,
That hearts of earth, wherever they shall
break,
Might 90 to Ills, and find q sure relief.
Al, me how dark is this brief eclipse
Or is it Night with no to-morrow'S sun
Oh, Father Father! with my pale sad lip,
And sadder heart l pray-Ihy VIII oS
done.
Nv homes are ioylcss, and million monri
Where many met in joys forever tloWn
Whose hearts were light, are burdehc'
now and lone,
Where many smiled, but one IS lett t
mourn.
And ah. the widows walls, the orphan
Are morning hymn and vespcr chant It
me
AID croane of men and sounds Of women
sighs
Comminele, Father, with my prayer t.
Thee.
Beneath my fcct-ton thousand childrel
dead
Oh how | loved each known and name
less one
Above their dust bowmy croWnieSs hea(
And murmur-Fathcr! still-thy viii De
done.
All. Father, Thou didst deck my owl
loved land
With all bright charms, and beautiful ant
fair;
But focmen came, and with ruthless h2n'
Spread r,,in, wreck and desolation there
Girdlcd with gloom-of all my brightes
shugn
And car,ncntcd with grief, I kiss I'll,
And turn my face, with tears all wet anC
worn,
To catch one smile of pity from my God
Around me blight where ali before wa
bloom!
And SO much lost-alas! and nothin.
won
Save this-tbat I can lean on wreck an
t0mJ'
Ana weeP-an4 weeping proy-Thy vii
be done.
And oh, It's hard to Say-but said, ii
The words are bitter, but they hold
balm.
4 balm that heals the wounds Of my deiea
And lulls my sorrows into holy calm.
Ii is the prayer Of Prayers, and no"
brings,
When heard in Heaven, peace and hops
Whcn Jesus prayed it, did not angel
wings
Clean mid the darkness CT Gethsemane
Ny children, Father, Thy forgiveness need
Alas their hearts have only place fo
tears;
Forgive them Father, every wrong deed,
And ev'ry sin Of those four bloody years
And give them strength to bear their bound
less loss
And from their hearts take every though
Of hate;
And while they climb their Calvary wit!
their Cross,
Oh. help them, Father, to endure it
weight.
And for my Dead, my Father, may pray
All! sigh may soothe, but prayer sLai
soothe me more
I-ao, above their clay.
Oh rest their souls, my Father, i'm
plorel
Forgive my foes-they know not what the,
do
Forgive them all the tears they made m,
she'd;
Forgive them-though my noblest son
they slew,
And bless them-though they curse IL,
poor, dear Dead!
Oh may my woes be each carrier dove
With swift, white wings that bathing il
my tears,
VIII bear Thee, Father, all my prayers 0
love,
And bring me peace in all my doubt
and fears,
Father, | Enccl mid ruin, wreck and grave
\ desert waste-whcre all was rest s.
fair,
Aud for my children and my foes l crave
Pity and pardon-Father hear my prayer
UNGIANA.
WHY is a learned man like scarlet