Among the automobiles and in a region <br />Now Democratic, now Republican, <br />With a department-store, a branch of the Legion, <br />A Chamber of Commerce and a moving-van, <br />In spite of cities crowding on the Trail, <br />Here is a mountain-town that prays and dances <br />With something left, though much besides may fail, <br />Of the ancient faith and wisdom of St. Francis. <br /> <br />His annual feast has come. His image moves <br />Along these streets of people. And the trees <br />And kneeling women, just as they did before, <br />Welcome and worship him because he proves <br />That natural sinners put him at his ease, <br />And so he enters the cathedral-door.<br /><br />Witter Bynner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/santa-fe-2/
