Within this nation-hallowed tomb An unknown soldier lies asleep, Symbolic comrade of all those Who, on the land, on sea, in air, In that red death across the seas, Sealed with their blood the sacred truths For which our country ever stands: That righteousness is all the law-- That justice is true government-- Man’s liberty the gift of God. In memory of the faith they kept, Here through the ages all the land As honor guard on watch will stand! INDEX OF FIRST LINES Above the broken walls the apple boughs, 181 Absolute knowledge I have none, 86 Across the sands by Mary’s well, 47 Against the shabby house I pass each day, 111 A little grimy-fingered girl, 43 Archduke Francis Ferdinand, Austrian heir-apparent, 137 A thousand whistles break the bonds of sleep, 198 Athwart that land of bloss’ming vine, 65 Black with the blackness of hell and despair, 196 Bosun’s whistle piping, “Starboard watch is on”;, 18 Boy in khaki, boy in blue, 82 By all the glories of the day, 13 By blazing homes, through forests torn, 70 Click, click! how the needles go, 128 Come! Says the drum, 67 Come shake hands, my little peach blossom, 76 Dear little flag in the window there, 154 Down in the street, with a lilting swing, 108 Down toward the deep-blue water, marching to throb of drum, 112 “Do your bit!” How cheap and trite, 152 ’E’s a sportsman is our Padre, 36 Far and near, high and clear, 106 Flag of our Faith: lead on--, 40 Float thou majestically, proudly, triumphantly, 153 Franceline rose in the dawning gray, 139 God, the Master Pilot, 68 Gone is the spire that slept for centuries, 92 Hail and farewell, 126 Hail, banner of our holy faith, 45 Hear the guns, hear the guns!, 134 He profits most who serves us best!, 179 Here in the long white ward I stand, 14 Here’s to the Blue of the wind-swept North, 41 He was a French Boy Scout--a little lad, 83 He woke: the clank and racket of the train, 121 His regiment came home today, 192 Ho! Heimdal sounds the Gjallar-horn:, 21 I can count my francs an’ santeems, 186 I enlisted in the infantry last summer;, 141 If I should die, think only this of me:, 102 I have a conversation book; I brought it out from home, 19 I have a rendezvous with Death, 99 I hear the throbbing music down the lanes of Afric rain:, 42 I knit, I knit, I pray, I pray, 185 I never would ’ave done it if I’d known what it would be, 187 In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow, 101 In Flanders fields, where poppies blow, 195 In this last hour, before the bugles blare, 120 I saw the spires of Oxford, 114 I sit down to write a poem of our fighting men’s renown, 169 I stand on a peak at Verdun--a scarred, torn peak of hope and death, 167 It is long since knighthood was in flower, 85 It is portentous, and a thing of state, 144 I tried to be a doughboy, but they said my feet were flat, 143 It’s a high-falutin’ title they have handed us;, 44