Sinners and Saints
Confronts the face of night-
the eyes of blazing shadow
secret and lie, before the twilight
to give his final eternal blow;
Embrace the warm of day-
the kiss of toil, the fill of life
to unfold the words of they
the unsaintly halo of stripe
of tongue of hundred and thousand
across the land- the unearthed soul
where valley of spirit roam, bound:
the mighty, the peasant- them all;
sweat and tears; labor of years' fate
flesh and bones; curved in man's faith.
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