Out where the line of battle cleaves <br />The horizon of woe <br />And sightless warriors clutch the leaves <br />The Red Cross nurses go. <br />In where the cots of agony <br />Mark death's unmeasured tide- <br />Bear up the battle's harvestry- <br />The Red Cross nurses glide. <br /> <br />Look! Where the hell of steel has torn <br />Its way through slumbering earth <br />The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn <br />And wonder at their birth. <br />Until, above them, calm and wise <br />With smile and guiding hand, <br />God looking through their gentle eyes, <br />The Red Cross nurses stand.<br /><br />Thomas L Masson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-red-cross-nurses/
