[for the Richmond Dispatch.]
a National prayer.
From Lincoln and Hicks
From Dodge and from Dix,
The people, kind heaven, dissever,
With cuff, and with kicks,
And with back-handed licks,
they would rule and formant us forever.
From Scott's gentle care,
From Bates and from Blair,
And Union men loyal from station;
From Yankees is arms,
In quest of free farms,
Great Goodness, deliver the
From telegraph lies.
And Government spies.
Who turk everywhere to inspect us;
From the Federal gag.
And the Gideon flag.
We pray thee, good Lord, to protect us.
From fasting and prayer,
To wheedle God a care,
Where none is deserved to be given;
From the negro-war band,
Who would blood stain the land,
We pray thee to screen us, good Heaven.
From the gloomy Bastille,
And Lincoln's big heel,
All iron clad, ready to rend us;
From Seward's soft speech,
And Cameron's leech.
We pray thee, good Lord, to defend us.
Pray let the war cease--
Give us quiet and peace,
With Maryland's rights vindicated.
Let the battle's wild roar
Be echoed no more
Where Lincoln's poor dupes are chock mated.
Put under the doors in Baltimore September 26th, 1861.