It’s Spring at home; I know the signs--, 123 It was high midsummer and the sun was shining strong, 34 It was only a little river; almost a brook;, 159 It was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns, 29 I’ve heard a half a dozen times, 113 I was an exile from my own country, 93 I wonder what the trees will say, 118 Just for a “scrap of paper,”, 24 Leave me alone here, proudly, with my dead, 132 Left! Left! Had a good girl when I Left! Left, 71 Let us praise God for the Dead: the Dead who died in our cause, 119 ’Mid blinding rain this inky night, 74 Mike Dillon was a doughboy, 61 My heart is numb with sorrow;, 51 My house that I so soon shall own, 110 My name is Danny Bloomer and my age is eighty-three, 75 My son, at last the fateful day has come, 87 Never a Serbian flower shall bloom, 50 No beauty could escape his loving eyes, 14 No bugle is blown, no roll of drums, 86 No Man’s Land is an eerie sight, 16 Not with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun, 102 Now, Mr. Wall of Wall St., he built himself a yacht, 89 O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear, 109 Oh, Carranza sent a cable-(on the kaiser’s birthday) gram, 176 Oh, Land of Ours, hear the song we make for you--, 161 Oh, the General with his epaulets, leadin’ a parade;, 37 Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War’s romance, 146 One star for all she had, 116 On law and love and mercy, 178 On the battlefields of Flanders men have blessed you in their pain, 69 Orchard land! Orchard land!, 189 Our little hour--how swift it flies--, 103 Out here the dogs of war run loose, 184 Out in that vague vast “somewhere” of The Line, 199 Out of the night it leaped the seas, 191 Outside the ancient city’s gate, 48 Over thousands of miles, 53 Pardon! he has no Engleesh, heem, 73 Past the marching men, where the great road runs, 162 Perched upon an office stool, neatly adding figures, 94 Poppies in the wheat fields on the pleasant hills of France, 25 Ribbons of white in the flag of our land, 105 Saint Genevieve, whose sleepless watch, 20 Say, pa! What is a service flag?, 158 She stands alone beside the gate, 157 She wasn’t much to brag about, she wasn’t much to see, 30 Some day the fields of Flanders shall bloom in peace again, 129 Somewhere is music from the linnets’ bills, 104 Song of the west wind whispering--listen, 163 Son o’ ol’ Miz McAuliffe, the widder o’ Box-Car Jack, 155 Standin’ up here on the fire-step, 80 Still breaks the Holy morn, to soothe the care, 117 Straight thinking, Straight talking, 57 Suddenly one day the last ill shall fall away, 151 Summer comes and summer goes, 72 Thank God, our liberating lance, 46 The band is on the quarter-deck, the starry flag unfurled;, 166 The Colonel has a job to do, 32 The dull gray paint of war, 183 The evening star a child espied, 81 The herdman wandering by the lonely rills, 27 The Kid has gone to the Colors, 23 The Kings are dying! In blood and flame, 145