Source type: magazine
Document type: poem
Document title: “Veteran’s Prayer”
Author(s): Makinson, Joseph
Date of publication: 26 September 1901
Volume number: 4
Issue number: 12
|Makinson, Joseph. “Veteran’s Prayer.” Conservative 26 Sept. 1901 v4n12: p. 7.|
|William McKinley (mourning: poetry).|
|“Joseph Makinson, Vet. 71st Ill. Vol., Holdrege, Nebraska” (p. 7).|
(On the death of William McKinley.)
As the cloud upon the sun
Shades thy hills, My Native Land,
And the weeping has begun
That relieves the scorching sand,
May the shadow of our grief
Yield a blessing from on high
That will bring us the relief,
From the spirit, drawing nigh.
If we loved our chief too well,
Loved not Thee as we should do,
May a kind, forgiving spell,
Like the falling of the dew,
Soothe our sorrows, as we grope,
Blinded by the darkening cloud.
Oh! Our Father, let us hope,
Even if we were too proud.
Our dear Comrade, thou hast bid
To a higher trust, we know.
Us, thy children, thou hast chid,
Guide us gently as we go.
As the cloud doth clear away
In the waning of the night,
May the stars new beams display,
And our land be bathed in light.