by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)

We travelled in the print of olden wars
Language: English 
We travelled in the print of olden wars,
    Yet all the land was green,
    And love we found, and peace,
    Where fire and war had been.
They pass and smile, the children of the sword --
    No more the sword they wield;
    And O, how deep the corn
    Along the battlefield!

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This text was added to the website: 2007-06-14
Line count: 8
Word count: 50