O Physician!
In ancient East, If ever some small kindliness You do or give To those tall Arabs who in deserts live, You hear them pray —-Their mode of thanks—■ “God bless your hands,” Before they turn away. And so to-day I too would say “God bless your hands.” Those hands that in a patient school Did learn the mastery of healing; The ordered strength of fingers ’Neath the rule Of quiet brain and watchful. That with manipulative skill Doth guide the lance Of modern’ miracle, Victorious to annihilate \ A loathsome ill. Or with a small bright thing A blessed Lethe bring Unto a body’s torturing. God bless your brain. God bless the straightness of your eye; That when they cry Upon you in their weak distress —Cry to your knowledge to defeat their pain. You, too, may bless The Giver of all Peace, That some small part Of His close mystery and art Hath unto you been given. And to this lovely blessedness There is no bound nor end. God bless your hands, God bless your hands, my friend. —G. Lilian Jeffreys.
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Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 302, 17 September 1936, Page 7
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183O Physician! Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 302, 17 September 1936, Page 7
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