The Healers

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The Healers

In a vision of the night I saw them,

In the battles of the night.

'Mid the roar and the reeling shadows of blood

They were moving like light,

Light of the reason, guarded

Tense within the will,

As a lantern under a tossing of boughs

Burns steady and still.

With scrutiny calm, and with fingers

Patient as swift

They bind up the hurts and the pain-writhen

Bodies uplift,

Untired and defenceless; around them

With shrieks in its breath

Bursts stark from the terrible horizon

Impersonal death;

But they take not their courage from anger

That blinds the hot being;

They take not their pity from weakness;

Tender, yet seeing;

Feeling, yet nerved to the uttermost;

Keen, like steel;

Yet the wounds of the mind they are stricken with,

Who shall heal?

They endure to have eyes of the watcher

In hell, and not swerve

For an hour from the faith that they follow,

The light that they serve.

Man true to man, to his kindness

That overflows all,

To his spirit erect in the thunder

When all his forts fall, --

This light, in the tiger-mad welter,

They serve and they save.

What song shall be worthy to sing of them --

Braver than the brave?

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The Healers
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<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Healers</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">In</span> a vision of the night I saw them,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">In the battles of the night.</p><p class="line">'Mid the roar and the reeling shadows of blood</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">They were moving like light,</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Light of the reason, guarded</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Tense within the will,</p><p class="line">As a lantern under a tossing of boughs</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Burns steady and still.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">With scrutiny calm, and with fingers</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Patient as swift</p><p class="line">They bind up the hurts and the pain-writhen</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Bodies uplift,</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Untired and defenceless; around them</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">With shrieks in its breath</p><p class="line">Bursts stark from the terrible horizon</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Impersonal death;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But they take not their courage from anger</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">That blinds the hot being;</p><p class="line">They take not their pity from weakness;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Tender, yet seeing;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Feeling, yet nerved to the uttermost;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Keen, like steel;</p><p class="line">Yet the wounds of the mind they are stricken with,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Who shall heal?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">They endure to have eyes of the watcher</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">In hell, and not swerve</p><p class="line">For an hour from the faith that they follow,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">The light that they serve.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Man true to man, to his kindness</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">That overflows all,</p><p class="line">To his spirit erect in the thunder</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">When all his forts fall, --</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">This light, in the tiger-mad welter,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">They serve and they save.</p><p class="line">What song shall be worthy to sing of them --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Braver than the brave?</p></div><p class="byline">Laurence Binyon</p></body></html>