THE NURSE
in London Punch
Reproduced by special permission of the Proprietors of “Punch”
HERE in the long white ward I stand,
Pausing a little breathless space,
Touching a restless fevered hand,
Murmuring comforts commonplace—
Long enough pause to feel the cold
Fingers of fear about my heart;
Just for a moment, uncontrolled,
All the pent tears of pity start.
While here I strive, as best I may,
Strangers’ long hours of pain to ease,
Dumbly I question—Far away
Lies my beloved even as these?
THE LITTLE HOME PAPER
CHARLES HANSON TOWNE
in The American Magazine
Permission to reproduce in this book
THE little home paper comes to me,
As badly printed as it can be;
It’s ungrammatical, cheap, absurd—
Yet, how I love each intimate word!
For here am I in the teeming town,
Where the sad, mad people rush up and down,
And it’s good to get back to the old lost place,
And gossip and smile for a little space.