BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH.
One hundred million dollars—what a sum!
With which to mend the wreckages of war;
The fractured bones and lacerated scar;
The shattered nerves, the mouths of men made dumb;
Blindness and severed limbs, or bodies numb
By long exposure. These the products are
Of modern savage warfare, none can bar—
The fruitage of the world's delirium!
But lo! amidst the serpent-bitten men,
Grander than Moses's brazen cure, we see
The Red Cross rise, with healing, hope and love!
The dollars of each faithful citizen
Enhance the spirit of humanity,
Displayed by God's Red Cross—His peaceful dove!
Troy Times. June 27, 1917