b'P s \n\n\n\na. 4 ; \n\n\n\nt!D|)e ^otDtr of ^ra^rr \n\n\n\n\xc2\xbbS HUcc noa? ^ousc \n\n\n\nLIBRARY OF CONGRESS. \n\nChap. v^O? Copyridit No. \n\n\n\n\n\n\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA. \n\n\n\nLibrary of ConpreH>? \n\nIwo Copies: p? \nJAN 15 1901 \n\nI SECOND COPY \n\nL_ \n\n\n\nCopyright, 1901. \'\'X \nALICE May VorSE. \n\n\n\nThe John M. Rogers Press. \nwilmington, del. \n\n\n\nTHE \n\nPOWER OF PRAYER \n\n\n\nA MUSICAL POEM, NARRATING A TRUE INCIDENT \nOF THE CIVIL WAR. \n\n\n\nCOMPOSED AND ILLUSTRATED \nBY \n\nALK K MAV yOTJSK \n\nPi\'c\'sic/i\'t/l SI.Ki/lc\'sbiiri\' College of Fxpri\'ssioii. B,.i/hinori \n\n\n\n" Not erijoyrqeqt arjd qot sorrow \nIs our destiqed eqd or way ; \n\nBut 10 act ttiat eacl| to-iqorrow \nFiqd us farttier ttiar) to-day. \' \n\n\n\n1901. \n\n\n\nDEDICATION. \n\nHail Columbia, happy land, \nA proud and prosperous nation, \n\nNorth and South, East and West, \nThe Union Forever! \n1901. \nAt the dawn of a new century. \n\nGreeting: \nFrom the soulhern-northern, \nnorthern-southern city, \nBaltimore. \n\n\n\nGREETING ! \n\nfp}^^ ^\\A)entietl7(;9ntary (/9oman. \n\n\n\nHAIL her, heir of all the ages in the fore- \nmost files of time, daring, independent, \nfree, the triumph of the march of pro- \n"- gress. \n"To her mothers and grandmothers be all \nhonor; gentle, tender, loving, modest, sweet and \ntrue; while in her their grace and virtue mellow \nto a rich, ripe fullness of vigor unknown before. \n"Man may be somewhat afraid of her, and \neye askant the yet vague glimpse of the new \norder of things she heralds \xe2\x80\x94 a readjustment, as \nit were, of rights both his and hers. But one \nsquare view of her face to face, fullTledged, and \nbeyond transitional throes, and he will exclaim, \nas he ever has done, \' Behold ! it is very good.\' \n\n"Yes, she brings a change; she has a mis- \nsion ; she dares to be aggressive. With resolu- \ntion, energy, directness, she advances toward \n\n\n\nthe mark of her high calling, not matrimony, \nonce the sole aim of a woman\'s ambition, always \na high and holy calling, to which her heart will \never give ready response, now lifted by the very \nfreedom of latter-day choice and selection to a \nlevel undreamed of before, when lovely woman, \nno longer a toy, shall respond, in hours of relax- \nation and leisure, with understanding and sym- \npathy come of sharing the burden and heat of \nthe day, shoulder to shoulder, tall as her mate. \n\n"God bless her, defend her, exalt her. \nTemptations beset her unknown to the sweet \nlittle woman of old, under shelter of home and \nfireside ; but stalwart and rugged of moral fibre, \nmaster of self and of circumstance, onward \nshe moves to the march of the centuries. \n\'Time\'s noblest off-spring is the last,\' and so we \ncrown her queen." Alice May Youse. \n\n\n\n( T<in>it at Sc \nSon. I.;, imi}.) \n\n\n\nTHE \xe2\x80\xa2 \xe2\x80\xa2 \xe2\x80\xa2 \n\nPOVER^ \n\nop . , . . \n\nPRAYER \n\n\n\n"Jesus, lover of my soul, \nLet me to Thy bosom fly ; \n\nWhile the nearer waters roll. \nWhile the tempest still is high. \n\n\n\n\ndesus, lover of rqy soul, \nLet rqe to Ttiy bosorq fly. \n\n\n\nIt was on an ocean steamer, \nAnd one voice above the rest, \n\nBeautiful, pure, rich and mellow. \nAll the air with music blest: \n\n\n\n\nTill tt\\e storrq of life is past. \n\n\n\n"Hide me, my Saviour, hide. \nTill the storm of life is past. \n\nSafe into that haven guide, \nreceive my soul at last." \n\n\n\n\nreceive rqy soul at lasi, \n\nT3 \n\n\n\nSomething more, a faint remembrance \nBroke upon the listener\'s ear \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nYes, he thought, \'tis not the first time \nThat sweet voice is mine to hear. \n\n\n\n14 \n\n\n\n\nYes, he tliougt\\t, \'tis r|ot t^e first tirqe \nThat sweet voice is rqirie to Inear, \n\n15 \n\n\n\n"Other refuge have I none, \n\nHangs my helpless soul on Thee, \nLeave, ah! leave me not alone, \n\nStill support and comfort me." \n\n\n\ni6 \n\n\n\n\nOttier refuge l^ave I noqe. \n17 \n\n\n\nSilence followed. Then the stranger \nStept up to the singer rare, \n\n"Were you in the Civil War, sir?" \n"A Confederate, I was there." \n\n\n\n\nR Confederate, I v^as itiere. \n"9 \n\n\n\nThen a time, a place, were mentioned \xe2\x80\x94 \n" Were you ?" " Yes, and strange to say \n\nThis same hymn was then my comfort \nThat you hear us sing to-day. \n\n\n\n\nStill support aryd corrifort n\\e. \n\n\n\nDark the night, so cold and dreary, \nThat my boyish heart felt low, \n\n\n\n\nDarK t^^e riigt\\t, so cold arid dreary. \n\n\n\n23 \n\n\n\nPacing there on sentry duty, \nDangerously near tt^e foe. \n\n\n\n24 \n\n\n\n\nDaqgerously riear\' tl\\e foe. \n25 \n\n\n\nMidnight came, the darkness deepened, \n\n\n\n26 \n\n\n\n\nMidnigtlt carqe, tl-|e darKness deepened. \n27 \n\n\n\nThoughts of home forebodings brought, \nSo, for comfort, prayer and singing. \nDissipated gloomy thought. \n\n\n\n28 \n\n\n\n\nTtiougtus of l:|on|e forebodirigs brouglrtt, \n\n29 \n\n\n\n\'All my trust on Thee is stayed, \nAll my hope from Thee 1 bring, \n\n\n\n30 \n\n\n\n\nKll rqy trust on Tliee is stayed. \n\n\n\n3C \n\n\n\nCover my defenseless head, \nWith the shadow of Thy Wing.\' \n\n\n\n\nWitti tt)e slriadov of Tl:\\y wir\\g. \n\n\n\n33 \n\n\n\nLofC. \n\n\n\nThen a strange peace came upon me, \nNo more fear and gloom that night, \nDawn came, heralding the morrow, \nEre the first faint streak of light." \n\n\n\n34 \n\n\n\n\nTl:|ei] a straqcje peace caiTie upon me. \n35 \n\n\n\nThen the other told his story: \n\n" I, a Union soldier, true, \nIn those woods that very evening. \n\nWith my scouts was passing through \n\n\n\n36 \n\n\n\n\nI, a UiYiOn soldier true. \n\n\n\nYou were standing, and our rifles \nCovered you. We heard you sinj \n\n\'Cover my defenseless head \nWith the shadow of Thy Wing.\' \n\n\n\n3S \n\n\n\n\nYou were siar\\dir\\g, aqd our rifles covered you, \n\n\n\n\xe2\x80\xa239 \n\n\n\n\'T was enough. \'Boys\' I said, \'come \nLower rifles; we\'ll go home.\' " \n\n\n\n40- \n\n\n\n\nLower rifles, we\'ll go lr|OiT|e. \n\n\n\n41 \n\n\n\nJa-.- \n\n\n\n23 1901 \n\n\n\nJAN 15 1901 \n\n\n\nLIBRARY OF CONGRESS \n\nlll1iril1:||flll1l\'llf!!||L \n\n015 988 971 3 \xe2\x80\xa2 \n\n\n\n'