Ceres and Bellona

THE cornfield to the battlefield
Said, " Lo, my fruits, how fair!
Pain, and pain only, thou dost yield:
Peace--only peace--I bear."

" False," said the battlefield, " thy claim !
For when War's bolts fly free,
The warrior's thew, the warrior's frame,
Whence are they but from thee ?

"Thou art the thrust of steel right home,
Thou art the cannon's blast,
The fangs of hell and all their foam !
Yea, know thyself at last!"

The sickle glittered in night's noon,
A sword that hews and cleaves!
And that great shield, the golden moon,
Hung 'mid the golden sheaves.

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