Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

The Hope of the Resurrection

Though I have watched so many mourners weep
O’er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep—
Those dead seemed but the shadows of my days
That passed and left me in the sun’s bright rays.
Now though you go on smiling in the sun
Our love is slain, and love and you were one.
You are the first, you I have known so long,
Whose death was deadly, a tremendous wrong.
Therefore I seek the faith that sets it right
Amid the lilies and the candle-light.
I think on Heaven, for in that air so dear
We two may meet, confused and parted here.
Ah, when man’s dearest dies,’tis then he goes
To that old balm that heals the centuries’ woes.
Then Christ’s wild cry in all the streets is rife:—
”I am the Resurrection and the Life.”

1. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
2. Sweethearts of the Year
3. How a Little Girl Sang
4. Here’s to the Mice!
5. A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People

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