A Treasury of War Poetry - British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917 by Unknown
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"The Spirit of Man."
"O Spirit of Man, pass on! Advance!" And they who lead, who hold the van? Kneel down! The Flags of France. _Grace Ellery Channing_ _Paris, 1917_ TO THE BELGIANS O Race that Caesar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? You built your cities rich Around each towered hall,-- Without, the statued niche, Within, the pictured wall. Your ship-thronged wharves; your marts With gorgeous Venice vied. Peace and her famous arts |
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