Take wings, oh thou my prayer, take wings
And get thee up to God most high.
Hurry now my trusty prayer;
Up, lift off. Climb, soar and fly.
Thro' all the spheres and galaxies
Midst obstacles, your way to fight.
Veer not left or to the right,
Let nothing hinder then your flight.
Above the clouds and skies of blue
Bearing the cargo that I send
And then ever so cautiously,
Proceed according to heaven's trend.
Till thou return, I shall not rest;
And so, I wait with bated breath.
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