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World WarsThe United States At War--in FranceAdapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the... America Enters The War SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ... The Kaiser's Crown (VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ... A Boy Of Perugia In the year 1500, Raphael was a boy of eighteen in Perugia wo... The Quality Of Mercy There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t... The Secret Service The United States did not declare war till nearly three years... Where The Tide Turned It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ... The Turning Of The Tide A division of marines and other American troops were rushed t... A Carol From Flanders 1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench... The Lost Battalion On December 24, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel Charles W. Whittlese... The United States At War--at Home When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse... The Yank The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa... Just Before The Tide Turned On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ... To Villingen--and Back Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag... The Tommy John Masefield, the English writer, says, St. George did not ... In Memoriam [THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ... Where The Four Winds Meet There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A... Bombing Metz ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua... The United States Marines Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti... To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o... |
Where The Four Winds MeetThere are songs of the north and songs of the south, And songs of the east and west; But the songs of the place where the four winds meet Are the ones that we love the best. And where do the four winds meet? you ask. The answer is ready at hand-- Wherever our dear ones chance to be By air, or by sea, or land. So the sailor, keeping his midnight watch 'Mid icicles, snow, and sleet, Can think of a village near Portsmouth town As the place where the four winds meet. And mother, perhaps, and sweetheart true Pray hard for the North Sea Fleet, And harder still for the boy who's gone To his place, where the four winds meet. And the man on guard at the firing-step, 'Mid star-shells shimmering down, Can think of his home--where the four winds meet In some sheltered English town. And thoughts may fly to the distant trench, Whatever its name or street, For Somewhere in France seems far less vague If we add, where the four winds meet. And the pilot steers thro' the trackless waste While the engines throb and beat, Flouting surprise, with the army's eyes High up where the four winds meet. And to those who mourn comes a cheering cry, Which the angels in heaven repeat, Grieve not, brave hearts; we await you here-- Here, where the four winds meet. There are songs of the north and songs of the south, The east and the west complete; But here is a song of the place we love, Which is called, Where the four winds meet. GEOFFREY DALRYMPLE NASH. ******************* Next: The United States Marines Previous: Duty
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