  in Harriet Monroe’s Poetry Magazine Permission to reproduce in this book SAINT Genevieve, whose sleepless watch Saved threatened France of old, Above the ship that carries him Your sacred vigil hold. Where all the fair green fields you loved Are scarred with bursting shell, Joan, the Maid who fought for France— Oh, guard your young knight well. But if by sea or if by land God set death in his way— Then, Mother of the Sacrificed, Teach me what prayer to pray! |
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