Green Mountain Freeman

Corn.
BY E. ROSS WHITE
The golden banners of the corn,
Will glad the earth again,
Attended by the morning dew
And the celestial rain!
And matron eyes will brighter grow
To see the bending corn
Stoop, like a band of worshippers,
To greet the rising morn!
The maiden's cheek will wear a hue
More healthy in the sun,
While counting blade after rudicus corn
The dark-eyed Harvest Nun!
The old man, with his snowy locks,
White as the winter's zone,
Kneels on his knees and thanks our God
With reverential tone.
Children will leap and laugh and lie
Upon the greener grass,
And hide their tender eyes of love
While argosies do pass—
The argosies of mellow corn,
On rivers and on seas,
These are our Coat of arms—
We conquer worlds with these.
Nature herself doth take a smile
When unto her are born
(To feed a million starving men)
So many grains of corn.
The ill-fed serf of Cotton King
Fall down in conscious shame,
And glorious paeans loudly sing
Unto the Rescuer's name.
All tongues, all nations, will be glad
When corn has come to reign,
To spread his banners o'er the earth
In Peace and Love again!
-Louisville Journal,