Poem August 8, 1942 ISSUE

Air Pilot's Prayer

RICHARD T. STEPHENSON

Oh , give me grace, thou Lord of Life, this dayTo 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.

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