The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition

An Ambulance Driver's Prayer

'MID blinding rain this inky night,

Loud bursting shells each foot of road,

Thy Light, O Christ, will guide me right,

To save this gasping, dying load.

Their shattered limbs have followed Thee;

Their wounded hands have done Thy work.

They bled, O Lord, to make men free;

They fought the fight--they did not shirk.