Florence Nightingale

by | Jan 27, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

A noble woman of noble birth
Who founded nursing throughout the earth.
Devoting her life, her body and soul
To making the sick and the wounded whole.

With her oil-lit lamp, she walked the wards,
Tendering the victims of guns and swords.
While the noise of the brutal battle thundered,
She cared for the remains of the Noble 600.

As the wounded cried and the dying died,
She sang to them,” Lord with me abide.”
They failed to touch the face of God in the military camp
So they entitled her Sweet Angel of the oil-lit Lamp.


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