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We cannot believe that there is the least necessity to urge upon our
generous people the absolute _duty_ of contributing largely to the
support of the Sanitary Commission, the strong and helpful angel of our
bloody battle fields. Our sick soldiers, burning with fever, shivering
with the debility of disease, with pallid faces and emaciated frames,
ask from us that its healing dews shall still be suffered to descend
upon them. Stricken down upon the battle field in the full bloom of
manly vigor, lying festering in their ghastly wounds among the dead and
dying, exposed to the dews of night, the broiling fervors of the midday
sun, we may hear them implore us that the ambulances of the Sanitary may
be allowed to aid in bringing them shelter, aid, strength to live, or
patience to die. Bleeding stumps of manly limbs are piteously held forth
to us that surgeons may be supplied for amputation, that balls buried in
the flesh or lodged in the bone may be extracted by hands skilful in the
use of knife and probe. Let these brave fellows feel that the arms of
the men and women of this country are clasped around them in sustaining
love. Ah, have we not all dear ones in this grand army? answer me, fair
and true daughters of our soil.
'The subtile sense, the faith intense, of woman's heart and brain,
Give her a prophet's power to see, to suffer, and maintain.
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