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Show THE DRIVER'S PRAYER. OLORD! To Thee I .want to make my prayer; My soul is troubled sore from day to day I've never had the chance to know Thee, Lord Nobody ever taught me how to pray, So if my prayer is not as it should be, Is not as padre prays on church parade, Please pardon me ; forgive what I've forgot, For at Thy feet my naked soul is laid. i If in the roster kept by Thee above, My name is next to cease this life fatigue And I must fall in with my fallen pals, A clean life's page behind I want to leave. Grant that I died where bursting shrapnel sings My team upon a gallop toward the foe, And when my soul at last reports to Thee Please let me take my horses where I go. If it is true what our old padre says, That there are horses in the land above, Are there not some spare stalls to hold my two My black, my brown, the horses that I love? They're only common field artillery plugs, As I am just a common soldier man ; We've fought and starved together side by side I'd like to take them with me if I can. I know my saddle black is pretty mean, And kicks and bites at every one but me ; , Still, when I'm with him he is always good Just let me bring him up for You to see. He'd be ill treated if I left him here, , Be kicked and cursed and starved until he died. J ' Please can't I ride him through the golden streets, , - The gentle old brown off -horse at his side? j They carried me on many a weary ride, They've been my pals, my everlasting joy; , I've nursed them both when they were very sick, And kept their harness burnished like a toy, s I've gone with them into the jaws of death, lt Gunners and drivers killed on every trip; j Their panting hides have dripped with mud and sweat My horses needed neither spurs or whip. O Lord, if heaven has no stable room, With greatest reverence this I'd like to tell And if the fiery regions have some stalls, Then let me ride my horses down in hell ! And when the grand, great, final roll-call comes, To be the first upon parade we'll try ; O Lord of all, please grant my only prayer To take my horses with me when I die. ' By Wm. H. Parr, in Bridgeport Life. |