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!