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.