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;
Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay, not with the cannon or battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouths of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart –
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently, bore her part –
Lo, there is that battlefield!
No marshalling troops, no biovac song,
No banner to gleam and wave,
But 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.
Oh, ye with banners and battle shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.
O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to the God as white as you came –
The kingliest warrior born!
The Bravest Battle by Joaquin Miller
(Ephesians 6:11-18, D&C 27-15-18, D&C 88:125, Isaiah 59:17)