"The sun says his prayers," said the fairy,
Or else he would wither and die.
"The sun says his prayers," said the fairy,
"For strength to climb up through the sky.
He leans on invisible angels,
And Faith is his prop and his rod.
The sky is his crystal cathedral.
And dawn is his altar to God."
More verses by Vachel Lindsay
- Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress
- What The Ghost Of The Gambler Said
- The Alchemist's Petition
- This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky
- On Reading Omar Khayyam