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World WarsIn Memoriam[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ... The United States Marines Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti... Joyce Kilmer The first poet and author in the American army to give up his... Duty So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man... The Call To Arms In Our Street There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head agains... Blocking The Channel Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri... The Poilu The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight... United States Day United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ... The Unspeakable Turk Although the great issues of the war were decided, and victor... The Quality Of Mercy There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t... Where The Tide Turned It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ... Song Of The Aviator (This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M.... I Knew You Would Come We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh... America Enters The War SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ... The First To Fall In Battle During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy... 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... The Little Old Road There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol... A Congressional Message FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE... The United States At War--in France Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the... |
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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