General William Booth Enters into Heaven : and other poems by Vachel Lindsay
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In Illinois.
There stood beside the town Beneath its incense-crown An angel and a clown In Illinois. He was as Clowns are: She was snow and star With eyes that looked afar In Illinois. I asked, "How came this place Of antique Asian grace Amid our callow race In Illinois?" Said Clown and Angel fair: "By laughter and by prayer, By casting off all care In Illinois." Springfield Magical In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, "Romance, Romance -- is here. No Hindu town |
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