Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

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Look you, I’ll go pray, 
My shame is crying, 
My soul is gray and faint, 
My faith is dying. 
Look you, I’ll go pray — 
”Sweet Mary, make me clean, 
Thou rainstorm of the soul, 
Thou wine from worlds unseen.”

1. To the United States Senate
2. On the Building of Springfield
3. To Reformers in Despair
4. The Perfect Marriage
5. Upon Returning to the Country Road

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