The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems by Vachel Lindsay
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Golden geysers of foam; --
Though giant white parrots sail past, giving voice, Though I walk with Peace-of-the-Heart and rejoice. 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. Your white hand is a prophecy, 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. Wellesley. |
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