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E. Ross White (search for this): chapter 2
2. corn. the patriotic author of this fine poem may be found in bed 81, hospital no. 4, ward no. 1, in this city.--Louisville Journal. by E. Ross White. The golden banners of the corn Will glad the earth again, Attended by the morning dew And the celestial rain! And matron eyes will brighter grow To see the bending corn Stoop, like a band of worshippers, To greet the rising morn! The maiden's cheek will wear a hue More healthy in the sun, While counting beads of luscious corn The dark-eyed harvest nun! The old man with his snowy locks, White as the winter's zone, Bends on his knee and thanks our God In reverential tone. Children will leap and laugh and lie Upon the greener grass, And shade their sunnier eyes of love While argosies do pass-- The argosies of mellow corn, On rivers and on seas; These are our glorious coat of arms-- We conquer Worlds with these. Nature herself doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The i
King (search for this): chapter 2
ellow corn, On rivers and on seas; These are our glorious coat of arms-- We conquer Worlds with these. Nature herself doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The ill-“Fed” serfs of Cotton King Fall down in conscious shame, And glorious paeans loudly sing Unto the Rescuer's name. All tongues, all nations, will be glad When corn has come to reign, To spread his banners o'er the earth In peace and love again! And I, forsooth, this simple h doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The ill-“Fed” serfs of Cotton King Fall down in conscious shame, And glorious paeans loudly sing Unto the Rescuer's name. All tongues, all nations, will be glad When corn has come to reign, To spread his banners o'er the earth In peace and love again! And I, forsooth, this simple hymn Give to my real King; May fortune shield both him and me Beneath the Union wing. --Baltimore American, Ap
April 10th (search for this): chapter 2
e maiden's cheek will wear a hue More healthy in the sun, While counting beads of luscious corn The dark-eyed harvest nun! The old man with his snowy locks, White as the winter's zone, Bends on his knee and thanks our God In reverential tone. Children will leap and laugh and lie Upon the greener grass, And shade their sunnier eyes of love While argosies do pass-- The argosies of mellow corn, On rivers and on seas; These are our glorious coat of arms-- We conquer Worlds with these. Nature herself doth take a smile When unto her are born (To feed her starving million men) So many grains of corn. The ill-“Fed” serfs of Cotton King Fall down in conscious shame, And glorious paeans loudly sing Unto the Rescuer's name. All tongues, all nations, will be glad When corn has come to reign, To spread his banners o'er the earth In peace and love again! And I, forsooth, this simple hymn Give to my real King; May fortune shield both him and me Beneath the Union wing. --Baltimore American, April 10