IN PLAINS OF PICARDY, a poem

IN far-off plains of Picardy
     Our country's Flag is flying,
And Life and Death are battling there;
     But no man there fears dying.
So large a hope has set men free
From fear, in far-off Picardy!

To us, across the ocean deep,
     A wondrous strain comes winging;
It is the song of lads who march
     On to the conflict, singing—
Our lads, who so have longed to be
Where heroes strive, in Picardy!

Their strength is tried, their hearts so brave
     Were fed on Freedom's story;
"The coming of the Lord," they sing—
     "Mine eyes have seen the glory!"
The glory all at last shall see,
Rise o'er the plains of Picardy!

O Union Jack! O Tricolor!
     No more you grieve us, calling!
No more we wait, our hearts aflame,
     While brave men there are falling,
Our Stars and Stripes have crossed the Sea,
And we are one, in Picardy!

"In Plains of Picardy" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The New York Times (7 April 1918); above as rendered in The Protectionist (May 1918).