Earth Travelers
I
DO not envy any man
Who flies his plane above the earth,
Though I be bound by roof and wall
And lighted lamp and tended hearth,
As I become aware that I
Am hurtling through vast space—no roar
Accompanies my swift sure flight
Of forty thousand miles and more
Through every hour of every day.
And through the quiet of the night
I move among the glittering stars
With God as my pilot on my flight.
I have no fear that we will crash—
Why should I envy anyone
His puny plane as I swing out,
A comrade to the wind and sun?
So I shall be content to go
A passenger through God’s good grace,
Biding at home, and yet unleashed
To fly through countless miles of space.
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