Katharine Lee Bates
Great Twin Brethren, The - Poem by Katharine Lee Bates
The battle will not cease
Till once again on those white steeds ye ride,
O heaven-descended Twins,
Before humanity's bewildered host.
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
Blind waste. To unimagined joy
Guide us, immortal Brethren, Love and Peace.
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