THE RED CROSS CHRISTMAS
On Christmas morn in Judah's skies
Bright angels sang the birth
Of Him to whom hosannas rise
Throughout the ransomed earth.
Now, crossing North, South, East, and West,
The lines of battle go;
Sorrow is every nation's guest,
The heavens fill with woe.
Seek ye to see the blessèd light
That orbed that radiant song?
Seek ye the Christ-child in the night?—
Ye need not travel long.
Where Rachel weeps in all earth's lands,
Where maid and mother grieve,
Where over child and soldier stands
The Red Cross, see, and believe!
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