AIR MAIL —PALESTINE
"Praise God from Whom all blessings flow" The padre said, and row on row The rustling hymnbooks, in the sun, Flickered, were folded. Then as one A thousand voices stirred the air— Were silent. Heads w T ere bent in prayer. Above Ihe padre's voice we heard An engine drone; then like a bird With silvered wings, saw the plane Above the sandhills, out to sea Heading, with mail, to Galilee. And in the clouds we saw again Our homes; the noonday shimmering s un On farm and beach and station run, The stock knee-high in summer grass Ihe shearers nodding as we pass Each stand: the silos "crammed with wheat The shepuogs panting in the heat: The breaker's curl, the faugh of foam— Hie aching, taunting thoughts of home. "Praise God from Whom . . . "and each man bends His'head to thank h : s God Who sends ilali way aenxss the world, the mail; \\ ho deems those engines shall not fail, But that I hey bring across the sea the mail, to His own Galilee.
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 05, Issue 50, 8 May 1942, Page 2
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