Poem by Vachel Lindsay

A Net to Snare the Moonlight

[What the Man of Faith said]

The dew, the rain and moonlight 
All prove our Father’s mind. 
The dew, the rain and moonlight 
Descend to bless mankind. 

Come, let us see that all men 
Have land to catch the rain, 
Have grass to snare the spheres of dew, 
And fields spread for the grain. 

Yea, we would give to each poor man 
Ripe wheat and poppies red, — 
A peaceful place at evening 
With the stars just overhead: 

A net to snare the moonlight, 
A sod spread to the sun, 
A place of toil by daytime, 
Of dreams when toil is done.

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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