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The Poilu
The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight...

The Soldiers Who Go To Sea
If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th...

Where Are You Going Great-heart?
Where are you going, Great-Heart, With your eager face...

The Quality Of Mercy
There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t...

Duty
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man...

The Yank
The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa...

The Searchlights
Political morality differs from individual morality, because ...

To Villingen--and Back
Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag...

A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE...

Where The Four Winds Meet
There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A...

President Wilson In France
On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ...

The Secret Service
The United States did not declare war till nearly three years...

A Carol From Flanders
1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench...

Fighting A Depth Bomb
All who have read of the sinking of the Lusitania, by a torpe...

Redeemed Italy
Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some...

To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs
to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o...

The Little Old Road
There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol...

Just Before The Tide Turned
On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ...

Song Of The Aviator
(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M....

Waiting For The Flash
Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w...



After-days






When the last gun has long withheld
Its thunder, and its mouth is sealed,
Strong men shall drive the furrow straight
On some remembered battlefield.

Untroubled they shall hear the loud
And gusty driving of the rains,
And birds with immemorial voice
Sing as of old in leafy lanes.

The stricken, tainted soil shall be
Again a flowery paradise--
Pure with the memory of the dead
And purer for their sacrifice.

ERIC CHILMAN






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