Dedicated to the American Red Cross Society.
BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH.
"Red Cross!" How grand the name! how grand the cause!
The wounded sailor's never-failing friend;
The dying soldier's comfort to the end.
Lo! nurses enter war's huge battle-jaws,
Amidst the barking demons, human laws
Ignore, and to the fallen soldiers lend
Their speedy aid, their strength and skill expend:
While heaven, approving, shakes with loud applause!
The blood-red cross is God's benignant star;
Symbol of mercy in a world of strife;
Its mission to relieve distress and pain.
It knows no hostile foe, or racial bar;
No rank, or dignity, but human life—
The only thing in warfare that's humane!
The Troy Times. June 20, 1917