Song Of The Aviator

: Winning A Cause World War Stories

(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M.C.A. at

an aviation barracks in a large camp in France. Mrs. Wilcox addressed

five hundred aviators, and these verses were recited with great effect

by Mrs. May Randall. After the entertainment there was a rush to

obtain autographed copies of the poem.)



You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,

You may laugh with delight as
you ride the ocean,

You may rush afar in your touring car,

Leaping, sweeping by things that are creeping--

But you never will know the joy of motion

Till you rise up over the earth some day

And soar like an eagle, away--away.



High and higher, above each spire,

Till lost to sight is the tallest steeple,

With the winds you chase in a valiant race,

Looping, swooping, where mountains are grouping,

Hailing them comrades, in place of people.

Oh, vast is the rapture the bird man knows

As into the ether he mounts and goes.



He is over the sphere of human fear;

He has come into touch with things supernal.

At each man's gate death stands await;

And dying flying were better than lying

In sick beds crying for life eternal.

Better to fly halfway to God

Than to burrow too long like a worm in the sod.



ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.



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