Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | Mark Twain and Joan of Arc | By Vachel Lindsay |
| From For America at War WHEN Yankee soldiers reach the barricade | |
Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade. | |
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For she is there in armor clad today, | |
All the young poets of the wide world say. | |
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Which of our freemen did she greet the first, | 5 |
Seeing him come against the fires accurst? | |
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Mark Twain, our Chiefwith neither smile nor jest | |
Leading to war our youngest and our best. | |
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The Yankee to King Arthurs court returns. | |
The sacred flag of Joan above him burns. | 10 |
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For she has called his soul from out the tomb. | |
And where she stands, there he will stand till doom. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . | |
But I, I can but mourn, and mourn again | |
At bloodshed caused by angels, saints and men. | | | |
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