A tribute was paid to the memory of Sister Winifred in a poem by a friend, from which we quote the following verses:—
They laid her in her lonely grave upon a foreign strand,
Far from her own dear island home, far from her native land.
They bore her to her long last home amid the clash of arms,
And the hymn they sang seemed sadly sweet amid war’s fierce alarms.
They heeded not the cannon’s roar, the rifle’s deadly shot,
But onward still they sadly went to gain that lowly spot;
And there, with many a fervent prayer and many a word of love,
They left her in her lowly grave with a simple cross above.
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