A Japanese Story Hashnu the Stonecutter sat beside the highway cutting stone. It was hard work, and the sun shone hot upon him. "Ah me!" said Hashnu, "if one only did not have to work all day. I would that I could sit and rest, and not h... Read more of Hashnu The Stonecutter at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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I Knew You Would Come
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Sergeant York Of Tennessee
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The Soldiers Who Go To Sea
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The United States At War--in France
Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the...

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

Vive La France 1
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Redeemed Italy
Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some...

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

The United States Marines
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti...

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

America Comes In
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The Really Invincible Armada
The northern coast of Scotland is about as far north as the s...

The Kaiser's Crown
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The Unspeakable Turk
Although the great issues of the war were decided, and victor...

The Second Line Of Defense
In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ...

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

Song Of The Aviator

(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M.C.A. at
an aviation barracks in a large camp in France. Mrs. Wilcox addressed
five hundred aviators, and these verses were recited with great effect
by Mrs. May Randall. After the entertainment there was a rush to
obtain autographed copies of the poem.)

You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,
You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean,
You may rush afar in your touring car,
Leaping, sweeping by things that are creeping--
But you never will know the joy of motion
Till you rise up over the earth some day
And soar like an eagle, away--away.

High and higher, above each spire,
Till lost to sight is the tallest steeple,
With the winds you chase in a valiant race,
Looping, swooping, where mountains are grouping,
Hailing them comrades, in place of people.
Oh, vast is the rapture the bird man knows
As into the ether he mounts and goes.

He is over the sphere of human fear;
He has come into touch with things supernal.
At each man's gate death stands await;
And dying flying were better than lying
In sick beds crying for life eternal.
Better to fly halfway to God
Than to burrow too long like a worm in the sod.


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