<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Red Cross Nurses</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Out</span> where the line of battle cleaves</p><p class="line">The horizon of woe</p><p class="line">And sightless warriors clutch the leaves</p><p class="line">The Red Cross nurses go.</p><p class="line">In where the cots of agony</p><p class="line">Mark death's unmeasured tide --</p><p class="line">Bear up the battle's harvestry --</p><p class="line">The Red Cross nurses glide.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Look! Where the hell of steel has torn</p><p class="line">Its way through slumbering earth</p><p class="line">The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn</p><p class="line">And wonder at their birth.</p><p class="line">Until, above them, calm and wise</p><p class="line">With smile and guiding hand,</p><p class="line">God looking through their gentle eyes,</p><p class="line">The Red Cross nurses stand.</p></div><p class="byline">Thomas L. Masson</p></body></html> · Great War