Some Write A Narrative Of Wars And

My Soul Is Sick With Every Day's Report Of Wrong And Outrage With Which Earth Is Filled.

Hast Thou Not Learnd What Thou Art Often Told, A Truth Still Sacred, And Believed Of Old, That No Success Attends On Spears And Swords Unblest, And That The Battle Is The Lords?

Restraining Prayer, We Cease To Fight; Prayer Keeps The Christian's Armor Bright; And Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon His Knees.

But Many A Crime Deemed Innocent On Earth Is Registered In Heaven; And These No Doubt Have Each Their Record, With A Curse Annex'd.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.