"War babies?" Yea; but war against
Those high decrees of truth and right
That hold the world at even poise—base war
In which there was no spirit fight
Against the hosts of hell.
Those high decrees of truth and right
That hold the world at even poise—base war
In which there was no spirit fight
Against the hosts of hell.
IN MEXICO
ONCE more our battle banners fly
Their signals 'neath the Mexic sky,
Breeze-rippled in the sun;
Once more war's purple pageantry
Flames to a heart of mystery
With laurels to be won.
Their signals 'neath the Mexic sky,
Breeze-rippled in the sun;
Once more war's purple pageantry
Flames to a heart of mystery
With laurels to be won.
The years are many since Scott's host
Stormed home the Cerro-Gordo post
Rock-ribbed and bleached with snow,
And then from steeps where falls the light—
The conquered Churubuscan height—
Looked off toward Mexico.
Stormed home the Cerro-Gordo post
Rock-ribbed and bleached with snow,
And then from steeps where falls the light—
The conquered Churubuscan height—
Looked off toward Mexico.
The years are many since, with tread
That shook the Aztec heart with dread,
Our martial legions stood
In Montezuma's storied hall
And raised the thrilling victory call
That stirs e'en sluggard blood.
That shook the Aztec heart with dread,
Our martial legions stood
In Montezuma's storied hall
And raised the thrilling victory call
That stirs e'en sluggard blood.
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