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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hospital Duties</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,<br>Turn the key on your jewels today,<br>And the wealth of your tendril-like tresses<br>Braid back in a serious way;<br>No more delicate gloves, no more laces,<br>No more trifling in boudoir or bower,<br>But come with your souls in your faces<br>To meet the stern wants of the hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look around! By the torchlight unsteady<br>The dead and the dying seem one -<br>What! Trembling and paling already,<br>Before your dear mission's begun?<br>These wounds are more precious than ghastly -<br>Time presses her lips to each scar,<br>While she chants of that glory which vastly<br>Transcends all the horrors of war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pause here by this bedside. How mellow<br>The light showers down on that brow!<br>Such a brave, brawny visgage, poor fellow!<br>Some homestead is missing him now!<br>Some wife shades her eyes in the clearing,<br>Some mother sits moaning distressed,<br>While the loved one lies faint but unfearing,<br>With the enemy's ball in his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's another - a lad - a mere stripling,<br>Picked up in the field almost dead,<br>With the blood through his sunny hair rippling<br>From the horrible gash in his head.<br>They say he was first in the action;<br>Gay-hearted, quick-headed, and witty:<br>He fought till he dropped with exhaustion<br>At the gates of our fair Southern city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fought and fell 'neath the guns of that city,<br>With a spirit transcending his years -<br>Lift him up in your large-hearted pity,<br>And wet his pale lips with your tears.<br>Touch him gently; most sacred the duty<br>Of dressing that poor shattered hand!<br>God spare him to rise in his beauty<br>And battle once more for his land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass on! it is useless to linger<br>While others are calling your care;<br>There is need for your delicate finger,<br>For your womanly sympathy there.<br>There are sick ones athirst for caressing,<br>There are dying ones raving at home,<br>There are wounds to be bound with a blessing,<br>And shrouds to make ready for some.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have gathered about you the harvest<br>Of death in its ghastliest view;<br>The nearest as well as the furthest<br>Is there with the traitor and true.<br>And crowned with your beautiful patience,<br>Made sunny with love at the heart,<br>You must balsam the wounds of the nations,<br>Nor falter nor shrink from your part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the lips of the mother will bless you,<br>And angels, sweet-visaged and pale,<br>And the little ones run to caress you,<br>And the wives and the sisters cry hail!<br>But e'en if you drop down unheeded,<br>What matter? God's ways are the best;<br>You have poured out your life where 'twas needed,<br>And He will take care of the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Turn the key on your jewels today,
And the wealth of your tendril-like tresses
Braid back in a serious way;
No more delicate gloves, no more laces,
No more trifling in boudoir or bower,
But come with your ..."></div>
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