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Sherwood Anderson was born in Ohio in 1876. A writer of poetry, fiction, and plays, he published two books of verse, Mid-American Chants (John Lane Company, 1918) and A New Testament (Boni and Liveright, 1927). He died on March 8, 1941. 

Evening Song

Sherwood Anderson, 1876 - 1941

My song will rest while I rest. I struggle along. I'll get back to the corn and
   the open fields. Don't fret, love, I'll come out all right.

Back of Chicago the open fields. Were you ever there—trains coming toward
   you out of the West—streaks of light on the long gray plains? Many a
   song—aching to sing.

I've got a gray and ragged brother in my breast—that's a fact. Back of
   Chicago the open fields—long trains go west too—in the silence. Don't
   fret, love. I'll come out all right.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Sherwood Anderson

Sherwood Anderson was born in Ohio in 1876. A writer of poetry, fiction, and plays, he published two books of verse, Mid-American Chants (John Lane Company, 1918) and A New Testament (Boni and Liveright, 1927). He died on March 8, 1941. 

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In the forest, amid old trees and wet dead leaves, a shrine.
Men on the wet leaves kneeling.
The spirit of God in the air above a shrine.

Now, America, you press your lips to mine,
Feel on your lips the throbbing of my blood.
Christ, come to life and life calling,
Sweet and