Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
2. What the Moon Saw
3. To Buddha
4. What the Miner in the Desert Said
5. The Scissors-Grinder

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