(A Sonnet written in behalf of the Red Cross Fund)
Again the Red Cross sounds its loud appeal:
"One Hundred Million Dollars," to provide
Equipment for our Country's Crimson-Bride!
The Red-Robed Angel goeth forth to heal
The shell-torn wounds; to break the precious seal
Of alabaster, by the soldier's side,
His pain to soothe, to convalescence guide—
Exemplifying Christian love and zeal!
The Red-Robed Angel wings the battle trail,
In search of wounded men, with eagle eyes,
And Mercy's arms outstretched to rescue them,
As did the tender Florence Nightingale,
Responsive to the call, let all arise—
Make, make the Cross the Nation's Diadem! !
—REV. JOSEPH C. BOOTH,
Morning Herald [Gloversville, NY]. May 21, 1918: 8 cols 2-3.