The wind is tearing through the Pass tonight, And we who strive to keep a God-ward course Can hear an airplane laboring in flight Against a tempest's equinoctial force. Like us, the aviator longs for rest. Below him floats a moonlit drift of cloud In soft allure. It hides a granite crest And, if he yielded, would become his shroud. Endure, O Soul! The airman's strength is gone, And wings are weighted by the icy blast. But now he sees the beacon! Struggling on Through dark to light, he gains the field at last. Though clouds may tempt to ruin, storms assail, The guiding Light of Christ will never fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPARKLING AND BRIGHT by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS REMEMBRANCE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LADIES FAIR by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: TO HENRY, LORD CLIFFORD by THOMAS CAMPION |