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Alsace-lorraine
On slight pretext, Germany in 1864 and in 1866 had made wars ...

Harry Lauder Sings
Harry Lauder, an extremely popular Scotch singer and entertai...

The Yank
The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa...

A Boy Of Perugia
In the year 1500, Raphael was a boy of eighteen in Perugia wo...

The Unspeakable Turk
Although the great issues of the war were decided, and victor...

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

Bombing Metz
ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua...

Vive La France 1
The determination of the people of Alsace and Lorraine not ...

The Secret Service
The United States did not declare war till nearly three years...

The Capture Of Dun
After the Americans had cleared the Saint Mihiel salient, Mar...

Where Are You Going Great-heart?
Where are you going, Great-Heart, With your eager face...

America Comes In
We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine, ...

The Soldiers Who Go To Sea
If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th...

The Thirteenth Regiment
The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik...

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

The Quality Of Mercy
There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t...

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

The United States At War--at Home
When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse...

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

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



Trees






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

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

JOYCE KILMER.





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