We little thought how much they meant– t… And British mothers wearing black to ma… The war was, O, so distant then, the gr… We couldn’t see the weeping eyes, nor he… We couldn’t sense the weight of woe that…

I notice when the news comes in Of one who’s claimed eternal glory, This simple phrase, ‘the next of kin,’ Concludes the soldier’s final story. This tells the world what voice will cho…

There are many to cheer when the battle… There are many to shout for the right; There are many to rail at the world and… But few have the grit for the fight. There are thousands to start with a rush…

Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.

Oh, some shall stand in glory’s light wh… And many a mother there shall say, ‘For… But I shall stand in silence then and h… For I must answer at the last that gold… When all this age shall pass away, and s…

He tried to travel No Man’s Land, that… He tried to race the road of death, wher… Now he’s asking of his doctor, and he’s… How soon he will be ready for another bo… You’d think if you had wakened in a shel…

He didn’t seem to care for work, he wasn… His speech was slow and commonplace– you… And yet until the war broke out you’d ca… For nothing in his make-up or his way wo… He seemed indifferent to the world, the…

Here we are, Britain! the finest and be… Taking our coats off and rolling our sle… Answering the thoughtless that once made… Each man a soldier for what he believes. Here we are, tight little island, in uni…

When you were just our little boy, on ma… Unto your cot and watched o’er you, and… We tucked the covers round your form and… And sometimes stooped and kissed your ch… Just as we came to you back then through…

‘Do your bit!’ How cheap and trite Seems that phrase in such a fight! ‘Do your bit!’ That cry recall, Change it now to ‘Do your all!’ Do your all, and then do more;

‘The worst is yet to come:’ So wail the doubters glum, But here’s the better view; ‘My best I’ve yet to do.’ The worst some always fear;

I sometimes wonder when I read the sorr… If I shall wear that look of care when… My little boy is five years old and his… My little boy is home with me; his boy t… And I can laugh and dance with life, an…

‘What is the glory of age?’ I said, ‘A hoard of gold and a few dear friends? When you’ve reached the day that you loo… And see the place where your journey end… When Time has robbed you of youthful mi…

To us the Flag has little meant. Each glorious stripe of red Was woven there to represent The blood of heroes dead. On some dim, distant battle line

No war is won by cannon fire alone; The soldier bears the grim and dreary ro… He dies to serve the Flag that he has k… His duty is to gain the distant goal. But if the toiler in his homeland fair

We have wandered afar in our hunting for… We have scorned the soul’s duty to gathe… We have lived for our laughter and toile… And paid little heed to the soul’s simpl… But light were the burdens that freighte…

Forgotten petty difference now, The larger purpose glows, The storm is here, a common fear Its deadly lightning shows. The Ship of State must bear us all

He was just a small church parson when t… Looked and dressed and acted like all pa… He wore the cleric’s broadcloth and he h… But he had a man’s religion and he had a… And he heard the call to duty, and he qu…

I may never be a hero, I am past the li… There are pencil marks of silver Time h… I shall win no service medals, I shall… I shall never fight a battle higher up t… But I hope my children’s children may r…

Some will heed the call to arms, But all must heed the call to grit; The dreamers on the distant farms Must rally now to do their bit. The whirring lathes in factories great

For strength to face the battle’s might, For men that dare to die for right, For hearts above the lure of gold And fortune’s soft and pleasant way, For courage of our days of old,

I’d like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; I’d like to be the sort of man it cannot live without; I’d like to be the type of man

It’s funny when a feller wants to do his… And wants to wear a uniform and lug a so… And ain’t afraid of submarines nor mines… They will not let him go along to fight… They make him stay at home and be his mo…

The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and red, In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,

He came down the stairs on the laughter-… Where patriots were eating and drinking… The tap of his crutch on the marble of w… Caught my ear as I sat all alone there… I turned—and a soldier my eyes fell upon…

Oh, we have friends in England, and we… And should we have to travel there throu… Undaunted we should sail away, and gladl… Because awaiting us would be somebody th… Full many a journey here we make where c…

We need a few more optimists, The kind that double up their fists And set their jaws, determined-like, A blow at infamy to strike. Not smiling men, who drift along

He’s doing double duty now; Time’s silver gleams upon his brow, And there are lines upon his face Which only passing years can trace. And yet he’s turned back many a page

They give their all, this Christmastide… Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave b… With ribbons red we deck our gifts; thei… They give their lives that joy shall liv… They pass that all that makes for peace…

Come you with dangers to fright us? or h… to try out our souls? Then may you find us undaunted; determin… get to our goals. Now, white are the pages you bring us to…

The men are talking peace at ‘ome, but ’… There’s many a little debt we’ve got to… A sniper sent a bullet through my bunkie… And ’is body’s lying somewhere h’over th… Oh, we 'ear a lot of rumors that the war…

We all are warriors with sin. Crusading… we come to earth With spotless plumes and shining shields… with foes and prove our worth. The world is but a battlefield where str…

When an empty sleeve or a sightless eye Or a legless form I see, I breathe my thanks to my God on High For His watchful care o’er me. And I say to myself, as the cripple goe…

Because I am his father, they Expect me to put grief away; Because I am a man, and rough And sometimes short of speech and gruff, The women folks at home believe

The officers’ friend is the waiter at ca… In the night air ’twas cold and was bitt… And they asked me to dine, which I read… For at dining I’ve talents I never keep… Then a bright-eyed young fellow came in…

When he was just a lad in school, He used to sit around and fool And watch the clock and say: ‘I can’t see that I’ll ever need This stuff the teacher makes me read,

Here’s to you, little mother, With your boy so far away; May the joy of service smother All your grief this Christmas day; May the magic of his splendor

Better than land or gold or trade Are a high ideal and a purpose true; Better than all of the wealth we’ve made Is the work for others that now we do. For Rome grew rich and she turned to so…

‘My Crown Prince was fine and fair,’ a… father said, ‘But he marched away with his regiment a… they tell me that he’s dead! ‘We all must go,’ he whispered low, ‘We…

The biggest moment in our lives was that… From that day unto this, for him, we’ve… We can recount his daily deeds, and back… And proudly live again the time when fir… I see him trudging off to school, his mo…

You have given me riches and ease, You have given me joys through the years… I have sat in the shade of your trees, With the song of your birds in my ears. I have drunk of your bountiful wine

God grant my children may Not think in terms of gold When I have passed away And my poor form is cold. When I no more shall be,

If through the years we’re not to do Much finer deeds than we have done; If we must merely wander through Time’s garden, idling in the sun; If there is nothing big ahead,

The saddest sort of death to die Would be to quit the game called life And know, beneath the gentle sky, You’d lived a slacker in the strife. That nothing men on earth would find

I follow a famous father, His honor is mine to wear; He gave me a name that was free from sha… A name he was proud to bear. He lived in the morning sunlight,

He was playing in the garden when we cal… But he didn’t seem to hear us, so I wen… What the little rogue was up to, and I… When he heard his mother calling, he had… ‘I am playing war,’ he told me, 'and I’…

Search history, my boy, and see What petty selfishness has done. Find if you can one victory That little minds have ever won. There is no record there to read

It’s good to have the trees again, the s… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom as lov… It’s good that we can feel again the tou… For hearts and minds, of sorrow now, hav… The roses haven’t changed a bit, nor hav…

When will the laughter ring again in the… Not till the soldiers come home again, n… When will the holly gleam again and the… Not till the swords are sheathed once mo… When will happy hearts meet again in the…