T
��Bliss Carman
Above a thousand cities
A new day is unfurled,
And still on high those watchers cry
Their challenge to the world.
Where patriots are marching
And battle flags are borne,
To South and North their cry goes forth
To rally and to warn.
From border unto border,
They wheel and cry again
That master cry, If freedom die,
Ye will have lived in vain !
THE MAN OF THE MARNE HE gray battalions were driving down Like snow from the North on Paris Town, Dread and panic were in the air, The fate of Empires hung by a hair. With the world in the balance, what shall decide? How stem the sweep of the conquering tide? God of Justice, be not far In this our hour of holy war! In one man s valour, where all were men, The strength of the people was gathered then. My right is weakened, my left is thin, My centre is almost driven in, The soul of a Patriot spoke through the hush, I shall advance, said General Foch.
Forth from Paris to meet the storm
They rushed like bees in an angry swarm.
By motor and lorry and truck they came
Swift as the wind and fierce as flame.
Papa JofTre knew the trick
Of stinging hot and hard and quick.
Not for ambition and not for pride,
For France they fought, for France they died,
Striking the blow of the Marne that hurled
The barbarians back and saved the world.
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