Flowers From Waterloo

We sprang on no ignoble soil;
  'Twas on the field of Waterloo.
  Our culture was the battle-toil,
  And many a hero's blood—our dew.
  Yet, fair as other plants that breathe
  Their peaceful sweets we flourish, now.
  Oh! where to find a fitter wreath
  For patriot's or for soldier's brow.