The greatest warrior in the world
Is Cupid with his lance;
He stands upon Columbia's shores
And hurls it into France.
It pierces through two hearts at once
And binds them with its power.
And every blood drop from their wounds
Becomes an orange flower.
Then Cupid speeds to Heaven's gate
And rings a golden bell;
To Washington and Lafayette
He has a tale to tell.
Those lofty spirits, smiling, say
'Your work our praise commands,
Another link of love is formed
Between our glorious lands.'
Poems of affection.By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1920.
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