Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

At Mass

No doubt to-morrow I will hide
My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.

It is not wisdom to forget.
But since it is my fate
Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
To make this white hour great.

My God, my God, this marvelous hour
I am your son I know.
Once in a thousand days your voice
Has laid temptation low.

1. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
2. When Bryan Speaks
3. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
4. The Drunkards in the Street
5. What the Sexton Said

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