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. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
2. What the Sexton Said
3. When Bryan Speaks
4. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
5. The Drunkards in the Street

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