The Great Twin Brethren

The battle will not cease
Till once again on those white steeds ye ride,
O heaven-descended Twins,
Before humanity's bewildered host.
Our javelins
Fly wide,
And idle is our cannon's boast.
Lead us, triumphant Brethren, Love and Peace.
A fairer Golden Fleece
Our more adventurous Argo fain would seek,
But save, O Sons of Jove,
Your blended light go with us, vain employ
It were to rove
This bleak,
Blind waste. To unimagined joy
Guide us, immortal Brethren, Love and Peace.

Katharine Lee Bates

Katharine Lee Bates was an American writer, poet, and professor, best known for her poem 'America the Beautiful,' the lyrics of which have become one of the most iconic American patriotic songs. She was also influential in American literature as a professor at Wellesley College, where she mentored many female writers. A prolific poet and author, Bates wrote a variety of works including travel books, children's books, and literary criticism.

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Till Death, the good physician, shall have healed
The craving and the tearspent eyelids sealed.
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As Life's unending column pours,
Two marshalled hosts are seen, -
Two armies on the trampled shores
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One marches to the drum-beat's roll,
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One moves in silence by the stream,
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The fourth wan April weeps o'er hill and vale;

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With bridle and girth
Ere those horses were haltered
That gave us the Earth,

Ere the Flame and the Fountain,
The Spark and the Wheel,
Sank Ocean and Mountain
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Made naught of our going,
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I

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Here at the call of the old battle days:
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Smoke-stifled flags and the howl of the shell,
With earth for a rest place and death for a neighbor,
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And dry, best beloved, the tear!
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