Author Vachel Lindsay Look you, I'll go pray, My shame is crying, My soul is gray and faint, My faith is dying. Look you, I'll go pray ā "Sweet Mary, make me clean, Thou rainstorm of the soul, Thou wine from worlds unseen." Tags faith Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments