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The United States At War--in France
Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the...

America Enters The War
SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ...

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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...

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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 Meet






There 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.

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