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The Searchlights
Political morality differs from individual morality, because ...

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

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

A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE...

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

Where The Four Winds Meet
There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A...

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

I Knew You Would Come
We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh...

Waiting For The Flash
Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w...

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

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

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

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

November 11 1918
Sinners are said sometimes to repent and change their ways at...

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

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

Just Before The Tide Turned
On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ...

In Memoriam
[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ...

When The Tide Turned
THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH...

United States Day
United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ...



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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