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Nurse Edith Cavell

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Two oclock, the morning of October 12th, 1915.                      To her accustomed eyes          The midnight-morning brought not such a dread          As thrills the chance-awakened head that lies          In trivial sleep on the habitual bed.                      Twas yet some hours ere light;          And many, many, many a break of day          Had she outwatched the dying; but this night          Shortened her vigil was, briefer the way.                      By dial of the clock          Twas day in the dark above her lonely head.          "This day thou shalt be with Me."    Ere the cock          Announced that day she met the Immortal Dead.

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