<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Ceres and Bellona</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THE cornfield to the battlefield</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Said, " Lo, my fruits, how fair!</p><p class="line">Pain, and pain only, thou dost yield:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Peace--only peace--I bear."</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">" False," said the battlefield, " thy claim !</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">For when War's bolts fly free,</p><p class="line">The warrior's thew, the warrior's frame,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Whence are they but from thee ?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"Thou art the thrust of steel right home,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Thou art the cannon's blast,</p><p class="line">The fangs of hell and all their foam !</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Yea, know thyself at last!"</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The sickle glittered in night's noon,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">A sword that hews and cleaves!</p><p class="line">And that great shield, the golden moon,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">Hung 'mid the golden sheaves.</p></div></body></html> · Great War