Duty
: Winning A Cause World War StoriesSo nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
The youth replies, I can.
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A Carol From Flanders
1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trenched foemen lay, The German and the Briton born-- And it was Christmas Day. The red sun rose on fields accurst, The gray fog fled away; But neither cared to fire the first,... Duty
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can. ... In Memoriam
[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, hap... Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette
They knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years Their men and their women had watched through their blood and their tears For a sign that we knew, we who could not have come to be free Without France, long ag... The Call To Arms In Our Street
There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head against the door, For the man that's called to leave her, --God have pity on the poor! But it's beat, drums, beat, While the lads march down the street, And it's blow, tr... The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames blew icy breath, The wind on the Seine blew fiery death, The snow lay thick on tower and tree, The streams ran black through wold and lea; As I sat alone in London town And dre... The Little Old Road
There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little old road; May in hedges and trees, May, the red and the white, May to left and to right, Of the little old road. There's a ribbon of grass either side Of the little old ... The United States Marines
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setting sun, We have fought in every clime or place Where we could take a gun-- In the snow of far-off northern lands And in sunny tropic scenes, You will find us always on the ... Trees
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer... Where Are You Going Great-heart?
Where are you going, Great-Heart, With your eager face and your fiery grace?-- Where are you going, Great-Heart? To fight a fight with all my might, For Truth and Justice, God and Right, To grace all Life with His fair Ligh... A Boy Of Perugia
In the year 1500, Raphael was a boy of eighteen in Perugia working and studying with the master painter Perugino. Did the city itself, free on its hill top, looking afar over undulating mountains and great valleys, implant in the sensitive soul of ... A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBER 2, 1918 GENTLEMEN OF THE CONGRESS: The year that has elapsed since I last stood before you to fulfill my Constitutional duty to give the Congress from time to time information on the s... After-days
When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and its mouth is sealed, Strong men shall drive the furrow straight On some remembered battlefield. Untroubled they shall hear the loud And gusty driving of the rains, And bir...