Poem August 8, 1942 Issue

Air Pilot's Prayer

RICHARD T. STEPHENSON

Oh , give me grace, thou Lord of Life, this day
To let the shadow go and grasp the true,
That I may climb the upward-soaring way,
And leave the past for vistas grand and new.
Then, humbly, as I ride upon the cloud,
E'er poised and safe in everlasting arms,
I lose the fears that into thought would crowd,
And find myself secure from war's alarms.