Explore "A Prayer" by Sheila Kaye-Smith on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Lord, let me die on my feet -- upright and boldly facing / My last sad great adventure and experience's crown, / Let my eyes be all undimmed as they look into the darkness, / Let me hail death as a conqueror before he strikes me down.
Let me die with my head up, sword drawn, my shield flung from me, / Stout to the end, yet proud to win my discharge at last, / With worshipping clear gaze let me run to meet the future, / And with forgiving laughter make my farewells to the past.