The Red Cross Nurses
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
Mark death's unmeasured tide-
Bear up the battle's harvestry-
The Red Cross nurses glide.

Look! Where the hell of steel has torn
Its way through slumbering earth
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn
And wonder at their birth.
Until, above them, calm and wise
With smile and guiding hand,
God looking though their gentle eyes,
The Red Cross nurses stand.

-Thomas L. Masson (from: A Treasury of War Poetry, 1917)

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