| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). 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 death’s unmeasured tide— | |
| Bear up the battle’s 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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