His 
 
 Prayer of Hate 
 
 iilll 
 
Copyright, 1Q15 
 
 by 
 
 George Grant Morrison 
 Toledo, OKio 
 
 U.S.A. 
 
 ©CI,A401146 
 
 MAY 27 1915 
 

 FOREGLEAM 
 
 Recently, the Kaiser bestowed upon one of his subjects, 
 high official decoration and many evidences of marked favor 
 for having written Germany's Prayer of Hate. 
 
 Perhaps this is irref ragible proof of that super-eminent 
 state of Culture, claimed as justification for Germanic 
 World Dominion. 
 
 Readers will recognize in the inclosed Prayer, the quo- 
 tations appearing in italics. 
 
 Recently, complete investigations, supported by chemi- 
 cal and microscopical tests, conclusively disclosed the use by 
 the Germans of concealed phosphorous within their shrap- 
 nel and shells. This horrible, insidious poison immensely 
 accentuates and prolongs the sufferings of the wounded, 
 making their recovery impossible even after dismissal from 
 the hospitals ; the bones and tissues slowly withering in long 
 lingering death in life ; — the motive being to prevent the re- 
 turn of the wounded to active service. 
 
 Such Germanic savagery is merely in accord with its 
 violation of all the internationally adopted rules of Warfare, 
 and of which Germany is the leading Signatory. 
 
HIS PRAYER OF HATE 
 
 BY 
 
 George Grant Morrison 
 
 JilHE great cathedral trembles with the organ's 
 
 thundering tones 
 Of surging, vibrant melody, its soul of 
 
 grandeur owns; 
 And sweet and clear, so rich and full 
 
 the Gloria ascends, 
 It seems a choir of angels with the 
 
 mortal chorus blends ; 
 But thousands there that strive to check the 
 
 tears and still the pain, 
 Are swayed in muffled sobbing for their 
 
 dear amid the slain ; 
 Their own among the millions slaughtered — 
 
 as the price of hate, 
 So enthroned Greed and Vanity may 
 
 rule in vaster State. 
 
 /JTHE Royal Paranoiac sits apart in 
 
 sumptuous chair. 
 
 But on that insane visage naught of holy 
 
 calm is there; 
 
 And as the preacher's earnest words implore 
 
 the Throne of Grace, 
 
 For Love Divine to hallow all within 
 
 that sacred place. 
 
 The monarch sitting there aloof, assumes a 
 
 sullen gaze. 
 
 That deepens to a glare of hate — the 
 
 while the pastor prays : 
 
 Then he too, breathes a prayer, but silently 
 
 with mind aflame, 
 
 A Prayer of Hate, invoking dread 
 
 . .• fulfillment in God's Name. 
 
[AR'S greatest Master of the Past, proclaimed 
 
 that on the side 
 Of heaviest battalions, God, Thou ever art 
 
 allied : 
 Am I not greater far, than he whose armies, 
 
 as to mine 
 Were absurd fractions of my hosts ? — my 
 
 glories grander shine ! 
 And since my arms are heaviest, why fail 
 
 I then to crush 
 These English, whose "contemptible small forces" 
 
 make me blush? 
 "Oh, God! I hate, how I do hate this England" — 
 
 whom I jeer! 
 "/ have one foe, and one alone; 'tis England" — 
 
 whom I fear ! 
 
 jHH Y hate is as all poisons, merged ; I hate 
 2** like fires of hell : 
 
 Yea, I shall place dread phosphorus concealed 
 
 in shot and shell. 
 So that the wounded enemy will know 
 
 a thousand deaths 
 In lingering, wasting agonies, before their 
 
 final breaths : 
 But "French and Russian matter not; I have 
 
 one foe alone!" 
 My "Battle is of bronze and steel," with 
 
 poisons all my own: 
 "/ hate with head; I hate with hand; 
 
 I hate ivith hammer, crown;" 
 But why cannot this hammering hate, 
 
 strike hated England down ? 
 
 AGAIN the organ rumbles into floods of 
 richest sound; 
 New souls of hearing waken, touched 
 
 by new crescendos found : 
 Then bursts the anthem, "Praise to God 
 
 from whom all blessings flow:" 
 The Kaiser glowers still with hate — 
 
 "Plunge England into woe!" 
 "My empire, over all, supreme : the world's 
 
 dominion mine: 
 Such is my bounden right, for I am 
 
 nearest God, divine !" 
 In crazed blaspheming vanity, his soul 
 
 to hell is pawned ; 
 Shall God stay mocked by such a mind 
 
 from deep perdition spawned ? 
 
A Nation 
 
 •like as an individual — 
 may be 
 
 Insane! 
 
Power 
 
 is built upon a stupendous basis 
 of innumerable fools. 
 
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