The Old Road to Paradise/Travel Prayer

by Margaret Widdemer

PEOPLE

TRAVEL PRAYER

All along the way
 As through the night we go,
I see the little houses
 In lighted row on row—

The flying train goes by
 And sounds its whistle clear,
And all the waiting houses
 They lift their lights and hear:

A thousand homes for miles on miles,
 I press the pane to see;
And each has lights that wait its own
 As my lights wait for me—

All the little homes
 And every one alight!
Lord, keep the people happy
 That wait in them tonight!