in Harriet Monroe’s Poetry Magazine
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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!
RAGNAROK
The Twilight of the Gods
ARTHUR GUITERMAN
in The Bellman, Minneapolis
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