Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
2. St. Francis of Assisi
3. What the Moon Saw
4. Written for a Musician
5. The Bankrupt Peace-Maker

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