(Written to Miss Alice L. F. Fitzgerald, Edith Cavell memorial nurse, going to the front.) Your fine white hand is Heaven's gift To cure the wide world, stricken sore, Bleeding at the breast and head, Tearing at its wounds once more. Your white hand is a prophecy, A living hope that Christ shall come And make the nations merciful, Hating the bayonet and drum. Each desperate burning brain you soothe, Or ghastly broken frame you bind, Brings one day nearer our bright goal, The love-alliance of mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON RAHEL TO VARNHAGEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE CARMEN BELLICOSUM by GUY HUMPHREYS MCMASTER ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE |