The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 58

The Linnet´s Wings Prayer for Those on the Staff Julian Grenfell, 1888–1915 Fighting in mud, we turn to Thee, In these dread times of battle, Lord. To keep us safe, if so may be, From shrapnel, snipers, shell, and sword. But not on us, for we are men Of meaner clay, who fight in clay, but on the Staff, the Upper Ten, Depends the issue of the Day. The staff is working with its brains, While we are sitting in the trench; The Staff the universe ordains (subject to Thee and General French). God help the staff-especially The young ones, many of them sprung From our high aristocracy; Their task is hard, and they are young. O Lord, who mad'st all things to be, And madest some things very good, Please keep the Extra A.D.C. From horrid scenes, and sight ofblood. See that his eggs are newly laid, Not tinged as some of them-with green; And let no nasty draughts invade The windows of his Limousine. When he forgets to buy the bread, When there are no more minerals, Preserve his smooth well-oiled head From wrath of caustic Generals. O Lord, who mad'st all things to be, And hatest nothing thou has made, Please keep the Extra A.D.C Out ofthe sun and in the shade. 58