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Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.

IV. Florence Nightingale

Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)

ENGLAND, if Time from out the Book of Fame

Should blot the desperate valor of thy men,

In the Crimea, an Englishwoman’s name,

As sweet as ever came from poet’s pen,

Would still defy him,—Florence Nightingale!

Honor to that fair girl, whose pitying heart

Led her across the sea, to ease the smart

Of soldier-wounds, and soothe the soldier’s wail.

Men can be great when great occasions call:

In little duties women find their spheres,—

The narrow cares that cluster round the hearth;

But this dear woman wipes a nation’s tears,

And wears the crown of womanhood for all:

Happy the land that gave such goodness birth!