Lydia Sigourney,
Poems
(1834)
“ War-Spirit! War-Spirit! how gorgeous thy path, Pale Earth shrinks with fear from thy chariot of wrath, The king at thy beckoning comes down from his throne, To the conflict of fate the armed nations rush on, With the trampling of steeds, and the trumpet's wild cry, While the folds of their banners gleam bright o'er the sky. ”
