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

Alsace-lorraine
On slight pretext, Germany in 1864 and in 1866 had made wars ...

The United States At War--at Home
When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse...

Where The Tide Turned
It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ...

When The Tide Turned
THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH...

The Really Invincible Armada
The northern coast of Scotland is about as far north as the s...

The Soldiers Who Go To Sea
If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th...

The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ...

Song Of The Aviator
(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M....

To Villingen--and Back
Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag...

Where The Four Winds Meet
There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A...

At The Front
What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f...

Blocking The Channel
Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri...

To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs
to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o...

Waiting For The Flash
Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w...

Four Soldiers
THE BOCHE The boche was chiefly what his masters made him....

Trees
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. ...

United States Day
United States Day was celebrated in Paris on April 20, 1918. ...

The Fleet That Lost Its Soul
Sailors and especially fighters on the sea have in all ages p...

The Thirteenth Regiment
The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik...



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 wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

JOYCE KILMER.




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