Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Merciful Hand

Your fine white hand is Heaven’s gift
To cure the wide world, stricken sore,
Bleeding at the breast and head,
Tearing at its wounds once more.

Your white hand is a prophecy,
A living hope that Christ shall come
And make the nations merciful,
Hating the bayonet and drum.

Each desperate burning brain you soothe,
Or ghastly broken frame you bind,
Brings one day nearer our bright goal,
The love-alliance of mankind.

1. Sweethearts of the Year
2. What the Miner in the Desert Said
3. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
4. Look You, I’ll Go Pray
5. Where Is the Real Non-Resistant

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