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Fighting A Depth Bomb
All who have read of the sinking of the Lusitania, by a torpe...

The Quality Of Mercy
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The Yank
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The Fleet That Lost Its Soul
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Joyce Kilmer
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The Really Invincible Armada
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Duty
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At The Front
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Blocking The Channel
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U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_
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President Wilson In France
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I Knew You Would Come
We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh...

The Second Line Of Defense
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Harry Lauder Sings
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The Unspeakable Turk
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The Poilu
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United States Day
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America Enters The War
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Just Before The Tide Turned
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When The Tide Turned
THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH...



The Searchlights






Political morality differs from individual morality, because there is
no power above the State.--GENERAL VON BERNHARDI.

Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
Night-long their level shafts of light
Revolve and find no enemy.
Only they know each leaping wave
May hide the lightning and their grave.

And, in the land they guard so well,
Is there no silent watch to keep?
An age is dying; and the bell
Rings midnight on a vaster deep;
But over all its waves once more
The searchlights move from shore to shore.

And captains that we thought were dead,
And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled
Arise and call us, and we come;
And Search in thine own soul, they cry,
For there, too, lurks thine enemy.

Search for the foe in thine own soul,
The sloth, the intellectual pride,
The trivial jest that veils the goal
For which our fathers lived and died;
The lawless dreams, the cynic art,
That rend thy nobler self apart.

Not far, not far into the night
These level swords of light can pierce:
Yet for her faith does England fight,
Her faith in this our universe,
Believing Truth and Justice draw
From founts of everlasting law.

Therefore a Power above the State,
The unconquerable Power, returns.
The fire, the fire that made her great,
Once more upon her altar burns.
Once more, redeemed and healed and whole,
She moves to the Eternal Goal.

ALFRED NOYES





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