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World WarsDutySo nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man... A Congressional Message FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE... U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_ If you were standing on the deck of a patrol boat watching fo... Nations Born And Reborn In America, and in many other countries, people have listened... America Enters The War SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ... The Soldiers Who Go To Sea If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th... The Poilu The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight... The Lost Battalion On December 24, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel Charles W. Whittlese... Where The Tide Turned It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ... The Kaiser's Crown (VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ... The Turning Of The Tide A division of marines and other American troops were rushed t... The First To Fall In Battle During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy... Why The United States Entered The War The United States was slow to enter the war, because her peop... Redeemed Italy Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some... At The Front What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f... A Carol From Flanders 1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench... President Wilson In France On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ... The United States At War--at Home When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse... When The Tide Turned THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH... Where The Four Winds Meet There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A... |
The Little Old RoadThere's a breath of May in the breeze On the little old road; May in hedges and trees, May, the red and the white, May to left and to right, Of the little old road. There's a ribbon of grass either side Of the little old road; It's a strip just so wide, A strip nobody owns, Where a man's weary bones When he feels getting old May lie crushing the gold Of the silverweed flower For a long lazy hour By the little old road. There's no need to guide the old mare On the little old road. She knows that just there Is the big gravel pit (How we played in it As mites of boys In our corduroys!) And that here is the pond With the poplars beyond, And more May--always May, Away and away Down the little old road. There's a lot to make a man glad On the little old road (It's the home-going road), And a lot to make him sad. Ah! he'd like to forget, But he can't, not just yet, With chaps still out there. . . . She's stopping, the steady old mare. Is it here the road bends? So the long journey ends At the end of the old road, The little old road. There's some one, you say, at the gate Of the little old house by the road? Is it Mother? Or Kate? And they're not going to mind That, since Wypers, [1] I'm blind, And the road is a long dark road? GERTRUDE VAUGHAN. [1] The Battle of Ypres. Next: Harry Lauder Sings Previous: The Fleet That Lost Its Soul
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