Travel Prayer Poem by Margaret Widdemer

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!