Florence Nightingale - a nurse - pictured in her mind the curse
Of wound uncared for, gangrened limb, soldiers lying tortured, grim.
To go was hard .... to not was even worse!
And thus, a great tradition came, to make the dying and the lame,
The sick and lacerated, well; to bring encouragement, and dwell
With those in need. Christ did the same.
Yes, others filled her sacred place, when death had stilled her careful face:
In peace at home, as well as war. And you have followed, Eleanor.
May your reward be God's good Grace upon your home, for evermore.