Quote#Nature
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms
Quote byJulia Ward Howe · 1819–1910
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Our Orders" in The Atlantic Monthly, vol. 8, no. 45 (July 1861) p. 1.
English (original)
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms, To deck our girls for gay delights! The crimson flower of battle blooms, And solemn marches fill the nights.
— Julia Ward Howe
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