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. What the Sexton Said
2. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
3. The Booker Washington Trilogy
4. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
5. The Firemen’s Ball

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