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THE SWORD OF PAIN
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Here, in the halls of suffering, eye to eye,
Men measure Death, and mark if he pass by;
Here, in the halls of suffering, swings the strife
Wherein man's skill and Death contest for life;
Here woman moves in tenderest ministeries,
  With gracious hands that calm the throbbing
    brain:
Skill and compassion facing fell disease,
  And mercy watching by the bed of pain.

Ah! Night and day, in armour like the snow,
Patient and brave, the grey-robed nurses go,
With light swift steps, low voices, cheery smiles,
From bed to bed, adown those dolorous aisles–
Angels of Succour, girt with snowy mail,
  As warriors donned of old their armour bright:
Serene, when danger bids the bravest quail,
  Against the batteries of Death they fight.

Here, in the restless night, upon my bed,
Whilst bands of steel seem tight'ning round my
    head,
Strong tides are rushing through my heart and
    brain–
The Goal of Life? The Mystery of Pain?