CHAPTER VII

_The World War_

SONNETS WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914, George Edward Woodberry 661 ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT, Vachel Lindsay 661 THE "WILLIAM P. FRYE," Jeanne Robert Foster 662 THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED, Joyce Kilmer 663 MARE LIBERUM, Henry van Dyke 664 ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE, Alan Seeger 664 REPUBLIC TO REPUBLIC, Witter Bynner 666 TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, Robert Bridges 666 THE CAPTIVE SHIPS AT MANILA, Dorothy Paul 666 THE ROAD TO FRANCE, Daniel Henderson 667 PERSHING AT THE TOMB OF LAFAYETTE, Amelia Josephine Burr 667 YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD, Randall Parrish 668 A CALL TO ARMS, Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews 668 THE FIRST THREE, Clinton Scollard 669 TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR, E. M. Walker 670 ROUGE BOUQUET, Joyce Kilmer 670 MARCHING SONG, Dana Burnet 671 OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS, Charlton Andrews 671 SEICHEPREY 672 A BALLAD OF REDHEAD'S DAY, Richard Butler Glaenzer 672 VICTORY BELLS, Grace Hazard Conkling 673 EPICEDIUM, J. Corson Miller 673 THE DEAD, David Morton 674 THE UNRETURNING, Clinton Scollard 674 THE STAR, Marion Couthouy Smith 674 BREST LEFT BEHIND, John Chipman Farrar 674 TO THE RETURNING BRAVE, Robert Underwood Johnson 675 THE RETURN, Eleanor Rogers Cox 676 KING OF THE BELGIANS, Marion Couthouy Smith 676 THE FAMILY OF NATIONS, Willard Wattles 677 THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS, Mary Siegrist 677 BEYOND WARS, David Morton 678 "WHEN THERE IS PEACE," Austin Dobson 678 AFTER THE WAR, Richard Le Gallienne 678

NOTES 681

INDEX OF AUTHORS 699

INDEX OF FIRST LINES 705

INDEX OF TITLES 713

## PART I

THE COLONIAL PERIOD

AMERICA

Oh, who has not heard of the Northmen of yore, How flew, like the sea-bird, their sails from the shore; How westward they stayed not till, breasting the brine, They hailed Narragansett, the land of the vine?

Then the war-songs of Rollo, his pennon and glaive, Were heard as they danced by the moon-lighted wave, And their golden-haired wives bore them sons of the soil, While raged with the redskins their feud and turmoil.

And who has not seen, mid the summer's gay crowd, That old pillared tower of their fortalice proud, How it stands solid proof of the sea chieftains' reign Ere came with Columbus those galleys of Spain?

'Twas a claim for their kindred: an earnest of sway,-- By the stout-hearted Cabot made good in its day,-- Of the Cross of St. George on the Chesapeake's tide, Where lovely Virginia arose like a bride.

Came the pilgrims with Winthrop; and, saint of the West, Came Robert of Jamestown, the brave and the blest; Came Smith, the bold rover, and Rolfe--with his ring, To wed sweet Matoäka, child of a king.

Undaunted they came, every peril to dare, Of tribes fiercer far than the wolf in his lair; Of the wild irksome woods, where in ambush they lay; Of their terror by night and their arrow by day.

And so where our capes cleave the ice of the poles, Where groves of the orange scent sea-coast and shoals, Where the froward Atlantic uplifts its last crest, Where the sun, when he sets, seeks the East from the West.

The clime that from ocean to ocean expands, The fields to the snow-drifts that stretch from the sands, The wilds they have conquered of mountain and plain, Those pilgrims have made them fair Freedom's domain.

And the bread of dependence if proudly they spurned, 'Twas the soul of their fathers that kindled and burned, 'Twas the blood of the Saxon within them that ran; They held--to be free is the birthright of man.

So oft the old lion, majestic of mane, Sees cubs of his cave breaking loose from his reign; Unmeet to be his if they braved not his eye, He gave them the spirit his own to defy.

ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE.

POEMS OF AMERICAN HISTORY

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