Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

St. Francis of Assisi

Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, 
Brother of birds and trees, God’s Troubadour, 
Blinded with weeping for the sad and poor; 
Our wealth undone, all strict Franciscan men, 
Come, let us chant the canticle again 
Of mother earth and the enduring sun. 
God make each soul the lonely leper’s slave; 
God make us saints, and brave.

1. The Merciful Hand
2. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
3. The King of Yellow Butterflies
4. Above the Battle’s Front
5. What the Moon Saw

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