The Red Cross

The Red Cross stands for a purpose
grand,
The best human mind can conceive;
Where war flings destruction abroad
in the land,
The Red Cross goes forth to relieve.
Where our brave boys fall in the thick
of the fight,
E'en before the close of the day
The Red Cross goes forth in human-
ity's might,
To carry the wounded away.
They pray with the dying and bury
the dead,
And the wounded have comfort and
cheer;
For the Red Cross provides for each
soldier a bed,
When pierced with shrapnel or spear,
And a nurse and a doctor will stand
by the cot,
Where a soldier is needing their care.
The Red Cross provides for all those
who fought,
Friend or foe any place, any where.
No matter what land, no matter what
birth,
They ask not, but do with a will
All their hands find to do on this
troubled earth,
Their mission they gladly fulfill.
Can we help to bring comfort to each
soldier boy?
Can we know they'll have care when
they fall?
Each dollar we give will some suffer-
ing allay,
Send some Red Cross where battle-
fields call.
Let us join the Red Cross and all do
our mite;

^__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
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