This glorious fall day in evening cool.

ALL HAIL RED CROSS

All hail Red Cross! White robes of light, all hail!

On brave and noble brows the symbol shines.

A cry for help is never called in vain,

For these courageous ones go everywhere,

On sea or land, in sun and stormy sky.

They face all dangers—carry succor forth

To save their fellowmen—with speed and skill

The aid goes out to rescue friend and foe.

They know no enemy but heed each call.

A line is thrown to stranded waif or man.

In flood they rush like water down the slope

To bring relief to those who toss in waves.

They care for mothers left to starve, alone.

In pestilence, they labor long to soothe

The fevered brow and ease the gnawing pain

With medicine and shelter, food and clothes.

In war the wound is dressed and duly nursed

With gentle supple hands—with nourishment

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