<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">"'Hearts Are Touching'"</h1><p class="inline-note" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">POEMS need not be rhymed, nor wrought in verses. This brave and touching one occurred in a letter written by a French schoolgirl:</p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"It was only a little river; almost a brook; it was called the Yser. One could talk from one side to the other without raising one's voice, and the birds could fly over it with one sweep of their wings. And on the two banks there were millions of men, the one toward the other, eye to eye. But the distance which separated them was greater than the stars in the sky; it was the distance which separates right from injustice.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"The ocean is so vast that the sea gulls do not dare to cross it. During seven days and seven nights the great steamships of America, going at full speed, drive through the deep waters before the lighthouses of France come into view; but from one side to the other, hearts are touching."</p></div></body></html> · Great War