The New President

                      A Prayer

Not for the silent chief whom Death
     Gently and sedulously keeps
Within a splendid calm; naught mars
     His well-won laurels where he sleeps.

Rather for him who newly stands
     Half startled on a slippery height,
Like a strong falcon which some hand
     Unhooded rudely, whom the light

Floods unforeseen, but who shall prove
     A wide-winged strength! For him we pray:
Give him such wisdom swift and keen
     He shall restore us Yesterday!

DILLON, GEORGIA.