Harmonies (Howe collection)/The Field of Honor

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THE FIELD OF HONOR
Soldier and statesman fall no more
 Like Hamilton, slain in his pride;
No sailor hero seeks the shore
 To die as great Decatur died;
For honor's code of murderous lust
Lies buried 'neath dishonor's dust.

Now in the dark east waits the day
 Long prophesied, prayed, yearned for still,
When angered nations shall obey
 God's law for men—thou shalt not kill.
Then all the codes of blood shall cease,
And fields of honor smile with peace.

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