Hospital

Here is the haven: pain touched with soft magic:
— Errands all of mercy. Here the sweet
Ministry of white hands to meet the tragic
— Miracle of death, the brave defeat.

Here is the harbor, builded for the broken,
— Echoing halls where gentleness has trod.
Here our eyes are blinded by a token . . .
— A shaft of glory from the throne of God.

Here is the haven: pain touched with soft magic:
— Errands all of mercy. Here the sweet
Ministry of white hands to meet the tragic
— Miracle of death, the brave defeat.

Here is the harbor, builded for the broken,
— Echoing halls where gentleness has trod.
Here our eyes are blinded by a token . . .
— A shaft of glory from the throne of God.
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