Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1894-06-13
DEMOCRATIC PRAYER
NO. VII.

of Wall street, great is thy name
throughout all the land. Thou who
seest all things with an eye single to
thy purpose; whose dominions reach
from ocean TO ocean and whose sub
jects are as the sands upon the sea
shore, we now bow before thee in
humble alteration and acknowledge
our littleness in thy sight. Look upon
us, most worshipful master, as thy
humble servants, ready to do thy will
and receive the crumbs from thy of
fetal table. We ask not for pie-it is
too rich for our blood-but, if it please
thy highness, let us lick the plate
where the pie was. oh, most beloved
father, sharpen again our teeth that
we may knaw on the tariff bone which
thou hast thrown out to us, for verify
congress have knawed all the meat oT
Of it. We pray thee to open our eyes
that we may be able to see the
good time promised, for verify
we are surrounded with the
fog of low. prices and the
patches on the seat of our pants
are worn 10 fragile; and the winds
whistleth requiem therein, and we
have not the wherewith to renew the
patches. We thank thee, most adored
master, for thy excellent message, but
our stomachs yearn for soup. We
praise thy name by day and by night,
even while our children cry for bread;
but the gaunt wolf of hunger stares at
the open door of poverty. We know
that thou art great and good, and wise
and just, but we have not the here
with to clothe our children. Yet in
the midst of poverty we sing praises
to thee. oh Cleveland, and would again
make thee ruler over all the land. But
we pray thee, mo It worshipful master,
to deliver us from our enemies, for
they encompass us round bout to our
great discomfort Between the Popu-
lsts, the mortgages, the taxes and
poverty we are 'orely pressed. We
lift up our voices and cry out in dis
tress, and the Populist mocketh at us
in our despair. He runneth his tongue
out of one corner of his mouth and
winketh his eye and saith,
AHA! I told you So" On, mighty
Cleveland, who will deliver us from
the body of this torture? Verify we
have been wicked in thy sight, else
why gavest thou us a stone when we
asked for bread and serpent when
we asked for fish? Verify our heart
sinketh within us and the Populists
revile us on every hand. We sell our
wheat at 80 cents, and 10 the mort
gage taketh the 50 cents. We sell our
cotton at cents, and 10 the taxes
swoopeth down like an eagle from the
mountain and gobbleth it up. We
would fain have 'salted down" our
hogs, but the banker salteth down
both us and the hogs Our beef which
we thought to have picked was
picked by the merchant, as well as
our note for the balance of our ac-
count We sheared our sheep, but the
lawyer took the fleece and feeced us
out of cow besides. Whichever way
we turn is hell. Our children are
rags, our wife is rags, our own clothes
are rags and verify it appeareth that
rags are the legitimate result of dem
ocratic success. In the anguish of
our heart, oh, almighty Grover, we
cry out unto thee. Smite the Pop
ulist with terrible smite. Soften
the hearts of the bankers that thew
may put out a little money. Soon
the cold, bleak winds of winter will
be over. The jaybird will chirrup
merrily in the apple tree, and the
robin will pour out the melody of
his soul from the top rail of our
dilapidated fence. Then the holes in
our pants will let in the gentle zeph.
yrs OF the summer and gladden. our
hearts Then we will thank thee TO,
the pants-and the holes, too. Their
the patriotic office seeker will come t,
see us and with his silver notes pouI
sweet consolation into our cars. AnC
when our listening ear catcheth tn,
sweet promises he makes our heart
will leap again with gladness, and W.
will sing praises to thy name an,
shout aloud for party success. w
will rise up early in the morning an,
go forth with gladness in our heart
and corn bread in our stomachs an
sing thy praises all the day long. An
when evening is come we'll put til
rooster in our hat and march in tn
procession to thy glory and to thy sue
cess. Yea, we will even carry a torch
light and banners, that the reopl
shall know that we worship thee an
thee alone. And the Populists VIII
stand upon the street corner an
mocketh at us we will laugh to de
rision. Yea, our hearts shall lea
with joy and our souls rise up within
us In our gladness we will forge
the price of wheat the mortgage
taxes, rags-everSt thing but the great
ness of thy name. And now, mos
gracious master, take us into thy keer
ing. Remember us to the soup house
and the free-lunch counters Send u
q few patches if you. have any t
spare. Suffer us to black your shoes
spit upon your FISH, bait, or serve yo
in any other way you see fit, and W
shall praise thy name forever and fol
ever. Amenl
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