The dying man crossed his hands on his breast and half closed his eyes. There was a beautiful smile on his countenance. The surgeons bowed their heads. Tears streamed from the eyes of the white-clad nurses on either side of the bed. The yellow radiance of the sun shone softly in the room.
“Our Father which art in Heaven,” said the President in a clear, steady voice.
The lips of the surgeons moved.
“Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done—”
The sobbing of a nurse disturbed the still air. The President opened his eyes and closed them again.
“Thy will be done in earth as it is in Heaven.”
A long sigh. The sands of life were running swiftly. The sunlight died out; the raindrops dashed against the windows.
“Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors: and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
Another silence. The surgeons looked at the dying face and the friendly lips.
“For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever, Amen.”