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Pershing At The Tomb Of LafayetteThey knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years Their men and their women had watched through their blood and their tears For a sign that we knew, we who could not have come to be free Without France, long ago. And at last from the threatening sea The stars of our strength on the eyes of their weariness rose; And he stood among them, the sorrow strong hero we chose To carry our flag to the tomb of that Frenchman whose name A man of our country could once more pronounce without shame. What crown of rich words would he set for all time on this day? The past and the future were listening what he would say-- Only this, from the white-flaming heart of a passion austere, Only this--ah, but France understood! Lafayette, we are here. AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR. [Illustration: Lafayette, We Are Here! The immortal tribute of General John J. Pershing at the grave of the great Frenchman. Notice the difference between the American and French salutes.] Next: America Enters The War Previous: America Comes In
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