{"id":8405,"date":"2022-08-11T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-11T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8405"},"modified":"2022-08-11T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T05:00:00","slug":"a-prayer-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/a-prayer-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Prayer"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83030272\/1914-08-11\/ed-1\/seq-8\/\">The Sun, August 11, 1914<\/a>. By Edward S. Van Zile.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>God of my Fathers, grant me aid<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That I may rout my countless foes!<br\/>By Thee were guns and cannons made.<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From Thee the joy of battle flows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>O God, who gave me might and power,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou knowest that my heart is pure.<br\/>Be with me in this awful hour<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That I and mine may still endure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Thou are the God who loveth war,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And famine, rapine, blood and death;<br\/>I pray Thee stand beside me, for<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou knowest what my spirit saith.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The soul of me is linked with Thine<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To bid the blood of heroes flow.<br\/>The death we grant them is divine,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And in Thy name I bid them go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>God of my Fathers, still be kind<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To them who raise Thy banner high,<br\/>While Thou and I together find<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The surest way for them to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>They do my bidding. God, look down<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And bless the sword that I have drawn.<br\/>My blight shall fall on field and town,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And thousands shall not see the dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>To Thee, O God, I give all praise<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That Thou hast made my hand so strong;<br\/>That now, as in my father\u2019s days,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The King and Thee can do no wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Sun, August 11, 1914. By Edward S. Van Zile. God of my Fathers, grant me aid&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That I may rout my countless foes!By Thee were guns and cannons made.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From Thee the joy of battle flows. O God, who gave me might and power,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou knowest that my heart is pure.Be with me in this awful [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,18],"tags":[111],"class_list":["post-8405","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-sun","tag-edward-s-van-zile"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8405","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8405"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8405\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8405"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8405"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8405"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}