Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Cornfields

The cornfields rise above mankind, 
Lifting white torches to the blue, 
Each season not ashamed to be 
Magnificently decked for you. 

What right have you to call them yours, 
And in brute lust of riches burn 
Without some radiant penance wrought, 
Some beautiful, devout return?

1. Buddha
2. Foreign Missions in Battle Array
3. To Jane Addams at the Hague
4. Mark Twain and Joan of Arc
5. Sweethearts of the Year

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