Santa Fe

Among the automobiles and in a region Now Democratic, now Republican, With a department-store, a branch of the Legion, A Chamber of Commerce and a moving-van, In spite of cities crowding on the Trail, Here is a mountain-town that prays and dances With something left, though much besides may fail, Of the ancient faith and wisdom of St. Francis. His annual feast has come. His image moves Along these streets of people. And the trees And kneeling women, just as they did before, Welcome and worship him because he proves That natural sinners put him at his ease, And so he enters the cathedral-door.