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They endure to have eyes of the watcher

In hell, and not swerve

For an hour from the faith that they follow,

The light that they serve.

Man true to man, to his kindness

That overflows all,

To his spirit erect in the thunder

When all his forts fall,—

This light, in the tiger-mad welter,

They serve and they save.

What song shall be worthy to sing of them

Braver than the brave? Laurence Binyon

THE RED CROSS NURSE