(Confederate rose, today) Prayer of the South_ by Father Ryan My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes! But I will lift my poor chained hands to God, and for my children pray, and for my foes. Beside the graves where thousands lowly lie I kneel, and weeping for each slaughtered son, I turn my gaze to my to my own sunny sky, and pray, O Father, let Thy will be done!
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 00:15:06 +0000
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