Ballads of Peace in War

<h2> THE GREEN BRIGADE </h2> <p>ON THE FIELD OF CORN<br/></p> <p>Where is the war ye march unto,<br/> From the early tents of morn?<br/> And what are the deeds ye hope to do,<br/> Brave Grenadiers of Corn?<br/> Pearls of the dew are on your hair,<br/> And the jewels of morning light,<br/> Pennants of green ye fling to the air,<br/> And the tall plumes waving bright.<br/> <br/> Gaily away and steady ye go,<br/> Never a faltering line:<br/> Forward! I follow and try to know<br/> Word of your countersign:<br/> Hist! The spies of the tyrant sun<br/> Eagerly watch your plan,<br/> Lavish with bribes of gold, they run<br/> Down to your outmost man.<br/> <br/> Steady, good lads, go bravely on<br/> By the parching hills of pain,<br/> An armor of shade ye soon may don<br/> And meet the allies of rain:<br/> And night in the bivouac hours will sing<br/> Praise of the march ye made,<br/> And into your pockets good gold will bring,<br/> Men of the Green Brigade.<br/> <br/> Yea, and upon September's field,<br/> When the long campaign is done,<br/> With arms up-stacked, your hearts will yield<br/> Conquest of rain and sun:<br/> The pennants and plumes will then be sere,<br/> Your pearls delight no morn,<br/> But tents of plenty will bless the year,<br/> Brave Grenadiers of Corn.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />