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AUXILIARIES


And when our griefs have passed on gloomy wing,
 When friend and foe are sped,
Sons of a morning to be born shall sing
 The radiant Cross of Red;
Sons of a morning to be born shall sing
 The radiant Cross of Red.


THE HEALERS

IN a vision of the night I saw them,
 In the battles of the night.
'Mid the roar and the reeling shadows of blood
 They were moving like light,


Light of the reason, guarded
 Tense within the will,
As a lantern under a tossing of boughs
 Burns steady and still.


With scrutiny calm, and with fingers
 Patient as swift
They bind up the hurts and the pain-writhen
 Bodies uplift,


Untired and defenceless; around them
 With shrieks in its breath
Bursts stark from the terrible horizon
 Impersonal death;


But they take not their courage from anger
 That blinds the hot being;
They take not their pity from weakness;
 Tender, yet seeing;


Feeling, yet nerved to the uttermost;
 Keen, like steel;
Yet the wounds of the mind they are stricken with,
 Who shall heal?