We have read the tyrant's order And the signet to the rule, And thought the kingly jester meant To make an April fool, For we knew that nothing better Than a joke in such a strain, Could e'er be made to emanate From his degraded brain; For he orders every man and child In palace or in cot, To fast and pray on such a day; To fast and pray for what!
To bend devoutly on your knees To mock Almighty God! Insult him with hypocrisy, And court his angry rod; To ask that God to be unjust Who rules infinite space, To ask Jehovah's blighting curse Upon his chosen race; To ask of God to hallow crime! Oh! horrid impious thought! The tyrant asks - the heart replies To fast and pray for what!
To ask Almighty God to bless A despot's rule of crime, To ask that he will bring distress On a more Christian clime, To ask that murder, rapine, blood May meet with more success; That the noblest, fairest land on earth Be made a wilderness; To ask that pure and holy God To bless his guilty plans, And with approval sanctify The tyrant's blood washed hands!
Pray that a mother's prayer be lost When dragged from home in chains; The orphan's cry ascend unheard When weeping it complains; Pray that the tyrant's iron bands May rust on maiden forms, And that his galling manacles May bruise their fair white arms; Pray that their tender voices die, Their tears in torrents pour, And that their bleaching bones may strew The gloomy dungeons floor.
Pray for a rack - a guillotine On which to lash the free, That the music of their torture And their cries of agony May mingle with the stifled sob Of women's broken heart, To sate the maniac tyrant's soul And blunt remorse's dart. Pray for more women searchers, With their coward hireling band To degrade a helpless people And insult a fallen land.
Dare you - minion though you be, Exempt from human laws, Dare you ask Almighty God To enlist in such a cause! Dare you ask the Holy one To write his name in crime, To write his name in guilt and shame, In basely serving time. Oh! is there in our native State A soul so black and base, As to hurl such mocking insult Into Jehovah's face!
Then Father in Heaven hear our pray'r, The wail of the oppressed, Lend energy to our despair And strength to the distressed, And as from dungeons damp and cold, Thy children cry to Thee, Oh! nerve our arms and steel our hearts That we may yet be free, Then teach us all some fitting words To offer on that day When for success to Southern Arms We gladly fast and pray.
Oh! God to thee thy people cry, The God in whom they trust. That thou wilt aid them in their need And raise them from the dust, And in thy vengeance 'Mighty God, Thy lightning dagger thrust Into that shameless tyrant's soul And drain its sordid lust; Hurl down his broken sceptre, And break his blood-stained throne, And applauding worlds shall clap their hands To drown the tyrant's groan.
BY A MARYLANDER.
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