A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim + 

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, + 

As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, + 

As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, + 

Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying, + 

Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket, + 

Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all. + 

Curious I halt and silent stand, + 

Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first just lift the blanket; + 

Who are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray’d hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? + 

Who are you my dear comrade? + 

Then to the second I step⁠—and who are you my child and darling? + 

Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? + 

Then to the third⁠—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; + 

Young man I think I know you⁠—I think this face is the face of the Christ himself, + 

Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies. + 