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World WarsA Congressional MessageFROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE... After-days When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and i... Just Before The Tide Turned On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ... Where Are You Going Great-heart? Where are you going, Great-Heart, With your eager face... The United States At War--in France Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the... When The Tide Turned THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH... The Thirteenth Regiment The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik... The Little Old Road There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol... 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 Quality Of Mercy There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t... The Second Line Of Defense In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ... The Secret Service The United States did not declare war till nearly three years... To Villingen--and Back Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag... U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_ If you were standing on the deck of a patrol boat watching fo... The United States Marines Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti... Alsace-lorraine On slight pretext, Germany in 1864 and in 1866 had made wars ... Where The Tide Turned It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ... Nations Born And Reborn In America, and in many other countries, people have listened... The First To Fall In Battle During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy... 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. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Next: Nations Born And Reborn Previous: Redeemed Italy
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