From the New York Tribune, May 10, 1913. By Joaquin Miller. The bravest battle that ever was fought Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men. Nay, not with cannon or battle shot With sword or nobler pen Nay, not with eloquent word or thought From mouths of wonderful men. But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart— Of woman that would not yield But patiently, silently bore her part— Lo! there in that battlefield No marshaling troop, no bivouac song No banner to gleam and wave; And oh these battles they last so long— From babyhood to the grave! Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars She fights in her walled-up town— Fights on and on in the endless wars Then silent, unseen—goes down.
The Bravest Battle