{"id":7804,"date":"2021-12-11T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-11T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7804"},"modified":"2021-12-11T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-12-11T06:00:00","slug":"the-red-cross-nurse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-red-cross-nurse\/","title":{"rendered":"The Red Cross Nurse"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045433\/1913-12-11\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Washington Herald, December 11, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>. By Emma Frances Lee Smith.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have turned aside from the world and its pride<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The strength of my love to prove;<br>I have set my pace to a wonderful race,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With feet that are swift to move\u2014<br>Be it soon or late\u2014to serve, or to wait\u2014<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; At the cry of the terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Through flood and flame, in the Master\u2019s name,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Comfort and help I bring;<br>My mission blest is to offer rest<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And peace, to the suffering;<br>I give no heed to rank or to creed;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I look not askance at shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the wreck-strewn trail of the howling gale,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I hasten with warmth and cheer;<br>O\u2019er the shrouded head of the mangled dead,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I bend with a pitying tear;<br>To famine\u2019s white lip my cup I slip;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I quiet the mourner\u2019s wail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the wake of the knell of hurtling shell,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The clangor of crashing steel,<br>My watch I keep where the wounded sleep,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And the dead lie heel to heel;<br>I speed the soul to its happy goal\u2014<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A tireless sentinel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From East to West on my merciful quest,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I follow the Red Cross far;<br>Under Southern skies I have seen it rise;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It glows \u2018neath the Northern star;<br>Its crimson sign is a badge divine,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Mid the panoply of war.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Washington Herald, December 11, 1913. By Emma Frances Lee Smith. I have turned aside from the world and its pride&nbsp; &nbsp; The strength of my love to prove;I have set my pace to a wonderful race,&nbsp; &nbsp; With feet that are swift to move\u2014Be it soon or late\u2014to serve, or to wait\u2014&nbsp; &nbsp; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,23],"tags":[116],"class_list":["post-7804","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-washington-herald","tag-emma-frances-lee-smith"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7804","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7804"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7804\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}