LESSONS
from
THE LIFE OF
Florence Nightingale
By CHARLOTTE A. AIKENS
Author of “Hospital Training School Methods and the Head Nurse,” “Primary Studies for Nurses,” “Clinical Studies for Nurses,” “Studies in Ethics for Nurses,” etc. Joint Author of Hospital Management. Editor “The Trained Nurse and Hospital Review.”
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FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
Born in Florence, Italy, May 12th, 1820;
died in London August 13th, 1910
SANTA FILOMENA
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whene’er a noble deed is wrought
Whene’er is spoke a noble thought
Our hearts, in glad surprise,
To higher levels rise.
The tidal wave of deeper souls
Into our inmost being rolls
And lifts us unawares
Out of all meaner cares.
Honor to those whose words or deeds
Thus help us in our daily needs.
And by their overflow
Raise us from what is low!
Thus thought I, as by night I read
Of the great army of the dead,
The trenches cold and damp,
The starved and frozen camp.
The wounded from the battle-plain
In dreary hospitals of pain,
The cheerless corridors,
The cold and stony floors.
Lo! in that house of misery
A lady with a lamp I see
Pass through the glimmering gloom,
And flit from room to room.
And slow, as in a dream of bliss,
The speechless sufferer turns to kiss
Her shadow, as it falls,
Upon the darkening walls.
As if a door in heaven should be
Opened and then closed suddenly,
The vision came and went,
The light shone and was spent.
On England’s annals, through the long
Hereafter of her speech and song
That light its rays shall cast
From portals of the past.
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land
A noble type of good
Heroic womanhood.
Nor even shall be wanting here
The palm, the lily and the spear
The symbols that of yore
Saint Filomena bore.