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America Enters The War
SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ...

Song Of The Aviator
(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M....

The Poilu
The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight...

Sergeant York Of Tennessee
People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ...

The First To Fall In Battle
During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy...

The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ...

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 Miner And The Tiger
On an October day in 1866, David Lloyd George, then a little ...

The Fleet That Lost Its Soul
Sailors and especially fighters on the sea have in all ages p...

After-days
When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and i...

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 ...

Trees
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. ...

Four Soldiers
THE BOCHE The boche was chiefly what his masters made him....

President Wilson In France
On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ...

Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette
They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr...

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

The Tommy
John Masefield, the English writer, says, St. George did not ...

Joyce Kilmer
The first poet and author in the American army to give up his...

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



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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