The weekly Arizona miner., 1871-04-01
The SWiner.
THE PRAYER OF THE SOUTH.
NY YATHER RrAN.

In the following poem every noble heart will recognize the cyprcsS-crOwned poet oi the south n his finished measure. We are deeply gratited hat Father Ryan has honorcd us by sending it to be published, first, in our columns -frst'Hd"S JogHaL
 My brow Is bent beneath a heavy rDd My face is wan and white with many woes But will uh nay purr chained hands io Got And tG my children pray, and ict my foes Beside the grave where thousauds !owly lie, kneel-and weeping for each slaughtered son turn my gaze to my own sunny sky
 And pray, oh Fat VT, may Thy VIII be done' My heart is alled with anguish, deep and vast, Ny hopes buried with my chdreus dust, Ny boys have hed--my tears are flowing fast la whom, Thee, our Father shall trusi' Al forgot Thee Father. long and O. When was happy, rich, and proud, and free; But conquered now, and crushed. look sloa. And sorrow leads ne Father, back 10 Thec. Amid the wrecks that mark the teman's yath, knevl-end wafug ore my giories gone still each thought of hate, each throb of wrath, And whisper-Father' le, Thy win be done Pity me. Father of the lesoiaie
 Alas my burdens so hard ,o hear Look down in mercy my wretched flfe, And keep me guard me with Thy loving care. Pity me Father sor Hi. holy snke.
 Whose hroken heart bled at the feel of Grief That hearts of earth. wherever they shall break, Night go 70 His and hnd a relief An me [ how dark! Is this a brief ecpsei or si Night with no To-morrows suni Oh Father Father with my pale ssd lp- Aad sadder heart pray, Thy Win bc dope. My home. joyless and million
 Where many met In inys forever flown: Wbu-. hearts light burlened now, and lOru, Where many smiled but one is Ielt Co mourn And ah' the widows walls the orphan's ores, Are morning hymn, and yesper chant, to me: And groAns of men and sounds of womens sighs, Commiugle Father, with my prayer to Thee. Beneath my fes,--ten thousand children dead-- Ohi how love each known and nameless one, Above their dust how my cfuwDless head.
 And murmur, Father, still Thy Will be done. Ahl Father. Thou didst deck my own loved land With all bright charms and beautiful and fair. But the fOsmen cane. and with a ruthless hand, Spread ruin, wreck and desolation here. Girile4 with glcorn--of AIl my brightness shoru, And garmented with grsf kiss Thy rod And ;nrn my face, with teau all wet and worn,
 To catch one smile of pity from my God. Around me blight, where all before bloom
 Ana much lost-alas sl and nothing won Save this--thai can lean on wreck and tomb
 And weeP-and weeping pray Thy VIII be done. And Ohi lis hard to say--but said ,i. sweet
 The words are bitter. but they hold a baln. balm that heals the wounds of my defeat,
 And luis my sorrows into holy calm. IL is the prayer cf Pzyers-asd Ro= !; brings.
 When heard In Heaven, peace and hope to When Jesus prayed it did not angels wings
 Clean mid ths darkness Of GethsemaRe' My children, Father, Thy forgiveness need
 Alasl their hearts have only place for tears; Forgive them, Father, every wrongful deed.
 And every sin, of those four mOGrnfll years. And give them strength 10 bear their boundless loss. And from their hearts take every tioaght of hate; While they climb their Calvary with their eruss
 Oh help them Father, to endure i,s weight And for my dead my Father may pray,
 An sghs may soothe br, prayers shall soo,hs me mor keep eternal watch above their clay
 Ohi res; their souls my Father Iimplore Forgive my foes-they know not vhaf they do--
 Forgive them all the tears they made me she'd hcpa-- nrh my rab 1egfsa flav.
 And bless tlsm-though they curse my poor dear dea Oh may my woes be each a carrier dove,
 With swirl white wings, that bathing in m ' tears Win bear Thee Father all my prayers of love-
 And bring me peace in all my doubts and fears. Father mid rHn, wreck and grave
 deserf waste where all was ersi % fair And for my children and my foes I crave
 Pity and pardon--Fa:heri hear my prayer