Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

To Reformers in Despair

’Tis not too late to build our young land right, 
Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan, 
Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers, 
Hearths that will recreate the breed called man.

1. What the Miner in the Desert Said
2. At Mass
3. The Illinois Village
4. The Potatoes’ Dance
5. The Prarie Battlements

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