Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People

Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? 
Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? 
Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me, 
Fly by my path till you have made me whole!

1. The Strength of the Lonely
2. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
3. The Master of the Dance
4. St. Francis of Assisi
5. What the Moon Saw

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