EDITH CAVELL.
(Shot October 12, 1915.) She faced the firing squad alone, And with unbandaged eves Looked upward to the moon that shone, The moon of English skies. The prison faded from her view, The trampling armed men, And in the lanes her childhood knew She roamed a child again. A tiny Hag upon her breast Showed where her heart did lie; I am glad, she >milingly confessed, For England's sake to die. A volley! and her spirit fled Erom earth without a groan. O foeman, wept ye o’er the de^d, Or had ye hearts of stone? Know none of you her gentle hand Had smoothed your comrades’ cot? Shrank none of you from their command To fire the fatal shot ? Her blood proclaims with crimson Main The doom of tyranny; Thev die for freedom not in vain Who die as brave as she. —E.S.B.
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 265, 18 July 1917, Page 11
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145EDITH CAVELL. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 265, 18 July 1917, Page 11
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