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

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

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

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

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

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

Why The United States Entered The War
The United States was slow to enter the war, because her peop...

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

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

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

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

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

Nations Born And Reborn
In America, and in many other countries, people have listened...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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