Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-04-19
ANOTHER DEMOCRATIC PRAYER.

prayers. Inc ldleSC one is as
follows.
Almighty Grover, king of the
Democrats, high priest of John
Bull and consort 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
subjects are as the sands upon the
sea shore, we 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 official table. We ask
not for pie-it is too rich for our
blood-but if it pleases thy high
ness, let us lick the plate where
the pie was.
Oh, most beloved father, sharpen
again our teeth that we may gnaW
on the tariff bone which thou hast
thrown out to us, for it is dry and
hard and thy servants in congress
have gnaWcd all the meat off 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 to a
fragile and the wind Whistleth a
a 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
Wherewith 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, most Worship
full master, to deliver us from our
enemies, for they encompass us
round about to our great discom-
fort. Between the populists, the
mortgages, the taxes and poverty
we are sorely pressed; we lift up
our voices and cry out in distress,
and the populist mocketh at us in
our despair. He runneth and
winketh his eye and said, "Aha! I
told you SOP Oh, mighty Cleve-
land, who will deliver us from the
body of this torture? Verify we
have been wicked in thy sight, else
why gavest thou as a stone when
we asked for bread? Verify our
heart sinketh within us and the
populists revile us on every hand.
We sell our wheat at 50 cents and
10, the marriage taketh the 50 cents.
We sell our cotton at 7 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 merchants, as we'll
as our note for the balance of our
account.
We sheared our sheep, but the
lawyer took the fleece and feeced
us out of a COW besides. Which,
ever 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 Democratic
success. In the anguish Of hearts,
oh, almighty Grover, we cry out
unto thee Smite the populists
with terrible smite Soften the
hearts of the bankers that they
may put out little money. Soon
the cold bleak winds of winter will
be over. The jaybird will chirp
merrily in the apple tree, and the
robin will pour out the melody OF
his soul from the top rail of our
dilapldated fence. Then the holes
in our pants will let in the gentle
zephyrs of the summer and gladden.
the hearts. Then we will thank
thee for the pants-and the holes
too. Then the patriotic office
seeker will come to see us and
with his silver notes pour sweet
consolation into our ears. And
when our listening ear catcheth
the sweet promises he makes our
hearts will leap again with glad
ness, and we will sing praises to
thy name and shout aloud for
party success.
We will rise up early in the
morning and go forth with gladness
IN our hearts and corn bread in