(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

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Make Bright The Arrows

Make bright the arrows
Gather the shields:
Conquest narrows
The peaceful fields.

Stock well the quiver
With arrows bright:
The bowman feared
Need never fight.

Make bright the arrows,
O peaceful and wise!
Gather the shields
Against surprise.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003


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