George Herbert Clarke, ed. (18731953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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112. The Red Cross Nurses |
| By Thomas L. Masson |
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OUT where the line of battle cleaves | |
The horizon of woe | |
And sightless warriors clutch the leaves | |
The Red Cross nurses go. | |
In where the cots of agony | 5 |
Mark deaths unmeasured tide | |
Bear up the battles harvestry | |
The Red Cross nurses glide. | |
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Look! Where the hell of steel has torn | |
Its way through slumbering earth | 10 |
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn | |
And wonder at their birth. | |
Until, above them, calm and wise | |
With smile and guiding hand, | |
God looking through their gentle eyes, | 15 |
The Red Cross nurses stand. | |
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