Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay revised and illustrated edition |
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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
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.
My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.
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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.
But since it is my fate
Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
To make this white hour great.
My God, my God, this marvellous hour
I am your son I, know.
Once in a thousand days your voice
Has laid temptation low.
I am your son I, know.
Once in a thousand days your voice
Has laid temptation low.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||