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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