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World WarsTreesI think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. ... Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr... Nations Born And Reborn In America, and in many other countries, people have listened... A Carol From Flanders 1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench... The Miner And The Tiger On an October day in 1866, David Lloyd George, then a little ... The Soldiers Who Go To Sea If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th... America Enters The War SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ... Sergeant York Of Tennessee People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ... The Capture Of Dun After the Americans had cleared the Saint Mihiel salient, Mar... At The Front What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f... The Thirteenth Regiment The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik... Harry Lauder Sings Harry Lauder, an extremely popular Scotch singer and entertai... United States Day United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ... The Little Old Road There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol... To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o... Just Before The Tide Turned On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ... A Boy Of Perugia In the year 1500, Raphael was a boy of eighteen in Perugia wo... The United States At War--in France Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the... Waiting For The Flash Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w... The Lost Battalion On December 24, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel Charles W. Whittlese... |
A Carol From Flanders1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trenched foemen lay, The German and the Briton born-- And it was Christmas Day. The red sun rose on fields accurst, The gray fog fled away; But neither cared to fire the first, For it was Christmas Day. They called from each to each across The hideous disarray (For terrible had been their loss): O, this is Christmas Day! Their rifles all they set aside, One impulse to obey; 'Twas just the men on either side, Just men--and Christmas Day. They dug the graves for all their dead And over them did pray; And Englishman and German said: How strange a Christmas Day! Between the trenches then they met, Shook hands, and e'en did play At games on which their hearts are set On happy Christmas Day. Not all the Emperors and Kings, Financiers, and they Who rule us could prevent these things For it was Christmas Day. O ye who read this truthful rime From Flanders, kneel and say: God speed the time when every day Shall be as Christmas Day. FREDERICK NIVEN. Next: The Miner And The Tiger Previous: At The Front
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