<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Goldenrod</h1><p class="byline">"ANCHUSA"<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">From B. L. T.'s Column IN The Chicago Tribune</span></p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">SOME day the fields of Flanders shall bloom in peace again,</p><p class="line">Field lilies and the clover spread where once was crimson stain,</p><p class="line">And a new, cheerful golden spray shine through the sun and rain.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The clover's for the English who sleep beneath that sod,</p><p class="line">The lily's for the noble French whose spirits rest with God,</p><p class="line">But where our sacred dead shall sleep must bloom the goldenrod.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">For every flower of summer those meadows will have room,</p><p class="line">And yet I think no Flemish hand will touch the Kaiserbloom,</p><p class="line">Whose growing blue must evermore whisper of grief and doom.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But clover for the English shall blossom from the sod,</p><p class="line">And glorious lilies for the French whose spirits rest with God.</p><p class="line">And where our own lads lie asleep the prairie goldenrod.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Once more the Flemish children shall laugh through Flemish lanes,</p><p class="line">And gather happy garlands through fields of bygone pains,</p><p class="line">And, as they run and cull their flowers, sing in their simple strains:</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"These clovers are for English who fought to save this sod,</p><p class="line">These lilies for the valiant French--may their souls rest in God!</p><p class="line">And for the brave Americans we pluck this goldenrod." </p></div></body></html> · Great War