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

Carry On!
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And yo...

Let Us Save The Kiddies
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The Belgian Prince
The Belgian Prince was a British cargo steamer. On a voyage...

A Place In The Sun
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The Charge Of The Black Watch And The Scots Greys
Sometimes a retreat is in reality a great victory. It has b...

Son
He hurried away, young heart of joy, under our Devon sk...

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

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

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

Edith Cavell
Americans are particularly interested in the story of Edith...

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

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

The World War
The story of the World War is the story of the control of t...

The Melting Pot
America has been called the "crucible" or the "melting pot"...

Rupert Brooke
Among the losses that the World War has caused--many of the...

Can War Ever Be Right?
After England had entered the war against the Central Power...

Marshal Joffre
The greatest leaders in history are often men who for the l...

A Belgian Lawyer's Appeal
One of the great lawyers of Belgium in behalf of the member...



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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