AMMANFORD RED CROSS WORKERS.

Stitch, stitch, stitch, each with all her might,
This is your woman's part in the terrible fight;
Sew for the tortured brave who are wounded and sore,
Crippled and mangled and maimed, brought like wrecks to our shore.

Stitch, stitch, stitch, and Oh! Weave into each stitch
A prayer to the Lord of Hosts, that those who are willing and rich
May fill your busy hands with the stuff you urgently need,
Or send you the money you want, all your sick one to feed.

Knit, knit, knit, and may all the garments you knit
Solace and comfort the brave; adding to meagred kit,
Helmet and stocking and scarf, redolent pipe or cigar,
Or book with soothing page, or paper with news of the war.

Knit, knit, knit, with wool both soft and light,
To soothe those aching limbs that by day and night
Stiffened in trench and fosse, wet and muddy and cold,
Littered with dying and dead, sickly with sights untold.

Knit for our sailor lads guarding our threatened shore,
Encircled with forms of danger, unheard of by sailors of your;
Mine, torpedo and bomb, taube and fell submarine,
Dread that defies their vigil, terrors that strike unseen.

Stitch, too, for the poor, the weak and infirm and old –
The poor whom the war has stricken and bereft of silver and gold;
Stitch, knit and beg, do your work in the fray,
And the great God will reward you with victory and peace some day.

                                                                                   M. E. E.