DOTLAN EveMaps

As they were sighted in the face of defiance and tyrany, a loud penetrating voice intervened through the masses with conviction 3 times as passionate than that of love itself. With the pain and suffering of mankind echoed through the night sky and floated gently among the horizon like a dying orchid. The voices, in sync, shouted a cry that will last the perpetual eons of time. "Hail to my brother and sister, idols of our
hearts, go forth to battle, be Thou near them! With them, in
spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved
firesides to smite the foe. Help us to tear their
soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their
smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us
to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their
wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble
homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of
their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn
them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the
wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst,
sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter,
broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge
of the grave and denied it, For our sakes.
blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter
pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their
tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in spirit and who is the ever-faithful"