General William Booth enters into Heaven, and other poems/At Mass

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598675General William Booth enters into Heaven, and other poems — At Mass1916Nicholas Vachel Lindsay


AT MASS

NO doubt to-morrow I will hide
  My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.
It is not wisdom to forget.
But since it is my fate
Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
To make this white hour great.
My God, my God, this marvelous hour
I am your son I know.
Once in a thousand days your voice
Has laid temptation low.