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On An Ear Of Wheat Brought, By My Brother, From The Field Of Waterloo
Sign of Plenty, Peace, and Joy,
From a field once desolate;
Where conflicting armies met,
Filled with pride, revenge, and hate;
From a field once desolate;
Where conflicting armies met,
Filled with pride, revenge, and hate;
Where all Europe was in arms,
And its mightiest captains led;
And the promise of the year
Trampled was by soldiers' tread;
And its mightiest captains led;
And the promise of the year
Trampled was by soldiers' tread;
Welcome! for thou tell'st of Him,
Who in trouble is our Friend;
Upon whom, though earth shall shake,
We unmoved may still depend.
Who in trouble is our Friend;
Upon whom, though earth shall shake,
We unmoved may still depend.
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Sign art thou, that on the earth
God will cause all wars to cease;
And the hostile tribes of men
All to dwell in Love and Peace.
God will cause all wars to cease;
And the hostile tribes of men
All to dwell in Love and Peace.
Sign, that still his word is sure;
That, while earth itself remains,
Seed-time, harvest, shall not fail
Whitening all her fruitful plains.
That, while earth itself remains,
Seed-time, harvest, shall not fail
Whitening all her fruitful plains.
Hasten, Lord, the coming years,
By thy Prophets long foretold;
And may we the promise find,
That Thou mad'st to them of old.
By thy Prophets long foretold;
And may we the promise find,
That Thou mad'st to them of old.
Poem No. 422; March 1854
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