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World WarsJoyce KilmerThe first poet and author in the American army to give up his... At The Front What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f... In Memoriam [THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ... Redeemed Italy Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some... Blocking The Channel Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri... I Knew You Would Come We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh... The Poilu The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight... Just Before The Tide Turned On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ... Sergeant York Of Tennessee People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ... United States Day United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ... Four Soldiers THE BOCHE The boche was chiefly what his masters made him.... To Villingen--and Back Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag... The Second Line Of Defense In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ... Waiting For The Flash Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w... The Searchlights Political morality differs from individual morality, because ... Song Of The Aviator (This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M.... The Quality Of Mercy There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t... A Congressional Message FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE... The Yank The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa... The United States Marines Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti... |
America Comes InWe are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine, And the word has gone before us to the towns upon the Rhine; As the rising of the tide On the Old-World side, We are coming to the battle, to the Line. From the Valleys of Virginia, from the Rockies in the North, We are coming by battalions, for the word was carried forth: We have put the pen away And the sword is out today, For the Lord has loosed the Vintages of Wrath. We are singing in the ships as they carry us to fight, As our fathers sang before us by the camp-fires' light; In the wharf-light glare, They can hear us Over There When the ships come steaming through the night. Right across the deep Atlantic where the Lusitania passed, With the battle-flag of Yankee-land a-floating at the mast We are coming all the while, Over twenty hundred mile, And we're staying to the finish, to the last. We are many--we are one--and we're in it overhead, We are coming as an Army that has seen its women dead, And the old Rebel Yell Will be loud above the shell When we cross the top together, seeing red. KLAXTON. Next: Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette Previous: Why The United States Entered The War
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