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Defense Of LiÉge
To Germany's unfair and treacherous proposal that Belgium b...

The Queen's Flower
On July 25, 1918, nearly every person in Washington, the ca...

At School Near The Lines
The boys and girls in America have listened with great inte...

The Hun Target The Red Cross
All the civilized nations of the world have agreed to respe...

The Battles Of The Marne
At Marathon (490 B.C.) and at Salamis (480 B.C.) the Greeks...

Nations And The Moral Law
I believe there is no permanent greatness to a nation excep...

What One American Did
If a person had been standing one night beside the railroad...

The Case Of Serbia
But Belgium is not the only little nation that has been att...

They Shall Not Pass
The caves described in the Arabian Nights are not more wond...

When Germany Lost The War
No man knows exactly when and where the three and twenty al...

The Destruction Of Louvain
More than one hundred years ago, Napoleon, the famous Frenc...

War Dogs
The story of "The Animals Going to War" tells how, one by o...

And The Cock Crew
"I hate them all!" said old Gaspard, And in his we...

Daring The Undarable
We are thirty in the hands of Fate And thirty-one wi...

A Place In The Sun
The history of Rome about 1500 years ago tells us of "the w...

The Murder Of Captain Fryatt
Captain Charles Fryatt was in command of a British steamshi...

Bacilli And Bullets
Sir William Osler, one of the greatest medical men in the w...

The Belgian Prince
The Belgian Prince was a British cargo steamer. On a voyage...

A King Of Heroes
"King" is not a word that will go out of use when the world...

A Ballad Of French Rivers
Of streams that men take honor in The Frenchman ...



Verdun






She is a wall of brass;
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!
Spring up like summer grass,
Surge at her, mass on mass,
Still shall you break like glass,
Splinter and break like shivered glass,
But pass?
You shall not pass!
Germans, you shall not, shall not pass!
God's hand has written on the wall of brass--
You shall not pass! You shall not pass!

The valleys are quaking,
The torn hills are shaking,
The earth and the sky seem breaking.
But unbroken, undoubting, a wonder and sign,
She stands, France stands, and still holds to the line.
She counts her wounded and her dead;
You shall not pass!
She sets her teeth, she bows her head;
You shall not pass!
Till the last soul in the fierce line has fled,
You shall not pass!

Help France? Help France?
Who would not, thanking God for this great chance,
Stretch out his hands and run to succor France?

HAROLD BEGBIE.





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