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Nicholas Vachel Lindsay
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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!