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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
THE LEADEN-EYED
Let not young souls be smothered out beforeThey do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
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Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap,
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve,
Not that they die but that they die like sheep.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||