Not always about type.

To the Great Printer who prints in all the colors of the rainbow, and whose typefaces are stars and clouds, autumn leaves and sunbeams, snowflakes and flowers, this is my prayer:

That I may set up my life to the measure of a man;
That I may have the courage, win or lose, to follow the rules of the game;
That I may point my life toward the things that count;
That I may lock up in my heart idle tales, gossip, and words that hurt;
That I may make ready for the opportunities to serve that come my way;
That I may register in my memory the splendor of sunsets, the glow of friendships, the thrill of great music, and the mental lift of inspiring thoughts;
That I may press forward in the spirit of adventure toward new horizons of achievement;
That I may work and turn out worthy accomplishments;
That the impressions I make on the white pages of time may encourage, cheer, and inspire all those who cross my path;
That I may bind together in my own life all those positive qualities that make for happy, creative, triumphant living;
And finally, O Master of Printers,
Help me to avoid the disgrace of making pi of my life and guide me safely around the yawning mouth of the hellbox.

— Unknown

This has been credited to Wilferd A. Peterson in in The Inland Printer, issue of December 1948. If anyone can verify this I’d appreciate that.