Poems (Kennedy)/In Mexico
IN MEXICO
ONCE more our battle banners flyTheir signals 'neath the Mexic sky, Breeze-rippled in the sun;Once more war's purple pageantryFlames to a heart of mystery With laurels to be won.
The years are many since Scott's hostStormed home the Cerro-Gordo post Rock-ribbed and bleached with snow,And then from steeps where falls the light—The conquered Churubuscan height— Looked off toward Mexico.
The years are many since, with treadThat shook the Aztec heart with dread, Our martial legions stoodIn Montezuma's storied hallAnd raised the thrilling victory call That stirs e'en sluggard blood.
The years are many—aye, three score—Since these things were, and now once more (There seems naught else to choose)Our unfurled martial banners flyWhere broods the blue-gold tropic sky O'er gun-girt Vera Cruz.
Mars wears his helmet plumed in red,And men see Glory's laurels spread By trails of long ago;While women, clothed in silk or rag,Pray for their lovers and their flag Way down in Mexico!