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THE MERCIFUL HAND |
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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
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THE MERCIFUL HAND
(Written to Miss Alice L. F. Fitzgerald, Edith Cavell memorial nurse, going to the front)
Your fine white hand is Heaven's gift
To cure the wide world, stricken sore,
Bleeding at the breast and head,
Tearing at its wounds once more.
To cure the wide world, stricken sore,
Bleeding at the breast and head,
Tearing at its wounds once more.
Your white hand is a prophecy,
A living hope that Christ shall come
And make the nations merciful,
Hating the bayonet and drum.
A living hope that Christ shall come
And make the nations merciful,
Hating the bayonet and drum.
Each desperate burning brain you soothe,
Or ghastly broken frame you bind,
Brings one day nearer our bright goal,
The love-alliance of mankind.
Or ghastly broken frame you bind,
Brings one day nearer our bright goal,
The love-alliance of mankind.
Wellesley, February, 1916.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||