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WOODROW WILSON - 1856-1924, by            
First Line: The chill of no man's land had touched his lips
Last Line: "one conqueror's work""—said harden—""wilson's thought."
Subject(s): Pacifism; Peace; Praise; Presidents, United States; War; Wilson, Woodrow (1856-1924); Peace Movements


The chill of No Man's Land had touched his lips
They shaped the phrase his simplest soldiers knew,
And "I am ready," Wilson said. So sips
One who accepts the cup, whate'er the brew.

Not his that hell-broth Europe stirred and quaffed;
He must have prayed, "Take Thou this cup from me!"
And yet he drained it—else a world had laughed
To scorn its hope and faith: democracy.

He served and saved the faith; his banner bore
A strange device, Idealist, alone
He thought and fought when others thrust no more
Against unthinking, selfish ranks—their own!

He fought for victory ... he fell for peace.
For brotherhood that would not fight again.
He asked a suffering world to choose release
From sick and spiteful hates of men for men.

And we denied him. He was ready, still,
To take defeat and broken body away;
To hold calm purpose he might not fulfil—
The clear white mind burned on. It burns to-day!

An enemy once framed a verdict sure,
That all his meaning and its greatness caught
"Only one conqueror's work will long endure—
One conqueror's work"—said Harden—"Wilson's thought."





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