CONTENTS
PART I—TRENCH BALLADS
[Trenches]
[Barb-Wire Posts]
[Feet]
[Your Gas-Mask]
[Slum and Beef Stew]
[Shell-Fire]
[Mr. Fly]
[The Salvation Army with the A. E. F.]
[Shell-Holes]
[Food]
[Over the Top]
[The Battle Mother]
[Song of the Volunteers of 1917]
[O. D.]
[Artillery Registering]
[Reciprocity]
[Trucks]
[Mademoiselle]
[The First Division]
[Little Gold Chevrons on My Cuffs]
[A Trip-Wire]
[The Favorite Song]
[Captain Blankburg]
[Little War Mothers]
[Interrupted Chow]
[S. O. S.]
[The Gas-Proof Mule]
[Infantry of the World War]
[The Flowers of France]
[A First-Class Private]
[Birds of Battle]
[Only for You]
[Cooties]
[Old Fusee]
[The Colors of Blighty]
[When Nurse Comes in]
[Charlie Chaplin in Blighty]
[Two Worlds]
[Embarkation Home]
[The Statue of Liberty]
PART II—PRE-WAR POEMS
[To France—1917]
[The Pacifist]
[Battle Hymn of ’17]
PART III—OTHER VERSES
[My Sapphire]
[The Twins]
[On Sending My Book to an English Friend]
[Immortal Keats]
[To a Little Girl]
[God]
[The Golden Day]
[Notes]
MY COMRADES IN THE RANKS.
You chose no easy Service,
No safe job, friends of mine,
But the mud of the shell-torn, trenches
And the foremost battle-line.
No camouflage patriotism—
Though you had from a wealth to choose
But the wicked work of No Man’s Land,
Filling a man’s-size shoes.
You didn’t say you wouldn’t play
If you got no shoulder bars—
You even placed your Country
Above a general’s stars:
For shocking, very shocking,
You didn’t give a damn
About your “social status,”
When you fought for Uncle Sam.
Friends of mine, friends of mine,
I’ve shared your toil and tears—
Your dangers and your little woes,
When days were turned to years.
I may not make them understand
The things that you have done,
But God bless you and God keep you—
Every blessed mother’s son.