<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Edith Cavell</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The world hath its own dead; great motions start</p><p class="line">In human breasts, and make for them a place</p><p class="line">In that hushed sanctuary of the race</p><p class="line">Where every day men come, kneel, and depart.</p><p class="line">Of them, O English nurse, henceforth thou art,</p><p class="line">A name to pray on, and to all a face</p><p class="line">Of household consecration; such His grace</p><p class="line">Whose universal dwelling is the heart.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">O gentle hands that soothed the soldier's brow,</p><p class="line">And knew no service save of Christ the Lord!</p><p class="line">Thy country now is all humanity!</p><p class="line">How like a flower thy womanhood doth show</p><p class="line">In the harsh scything of the German sword,</p><p class="line">And beautifies the world that saw it die!</p></div><p class="byline">-- George Edward Woodberry.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> By permission from <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> Scribner's Magazine and <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> Anthology of Magazine Verse. </p></body></html> · Great War