Great Twin Brethren, The

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. 
Our javelins 
Fly wide, 
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 
This bleak, 
Blind waste. To unimagined joy 
Guide us, immortal Brethren, Love and Peace.

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