John Kenyon (Джон Кеньон)

Flowers from Waterloo

We sprang on no ignoble soil;
'Twas on the field of Waterloo.
Our culture was the battle-toil,
And many a hero's blood—our dew.
Yet, fair as other plants that breathe
Their peaceful sweets we flourish, now.
Oh! where to find a fitter wreath
For patriot's or for soldier's brow.

1. For the Sister’s Album
2. Brook of Sanguinetto, near the Lake of Thrasymene
3. Written at Schwytz
4. Rufus’s Tree
5. Age

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