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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 ...

The Miner And The Tiger
On an October day in 1866, David Lloyd George, then a little ...

The Call To Arms In Our Street
There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head agains...

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

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

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 Thirteenth Regiment
The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik...

The Turning Of The Tide
A division of marines and other American troops were rushed t...

America Enters The War
SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ...

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

Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette
They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr...

Bombing Metz
ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua...

The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ...

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

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

At The Front
What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f...

When The Tide Turned
THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH...



In Memoriam






[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918]

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow--
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes and foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

TENNYSON.





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