Hello
Everyone! Several days ago, I was thinking about a remarkable heroine in
America’s history that most people know about but don’t always think about her
very much as a leading lady in history. The woman I am speaking of is Florence Nightingale. 
Florence Nightingale was born in 1820, but it wasn’t until 1853 when the Crimean war began, that she became a nurse.
During the day, she would sit at the soldiers bedside, and at night, when the moon was high in the
sky, and crystalline stars dotted the sky, she walked slowly about the ward
with a lit lamp in her hand to visit each of the suffering soldiers.
She
was remembered in history as a heroine who sacrificed her time and energy to
take up the cause of the nation and help the soldiers in need.
"I attribute my success to this:- I never gave or took an excuse"
-Florence Nightingale
Below, I have written a poem about the integrity and willingness of Florence Nightingale.
She
walks about with quiet pace,
A
water glass one hand embrace,
Along
the dusty floors she tramps.
The
other hand a burning lamp.
Her
apron tied without a plight,
And
her eyes smiling with delight.
Walking
through the weary camp
Her
hand placed on the burning lamp.
The
men on sick beds did lay,
While
she assists them all the day.
The
air it was stony and damp,
While
walked the Lady with the Lamp.
When
one man calls, she comes to aid,
Without
a question or a bade.
She
walks to him coming down the ramp,
Whilst
she holds her trusty lamp.
Pat
his head with a cloth she will,
And
give them water that is chill.
Hold
up to them a bowl of samp,
And
light their faces with her lamp.
Though
at the end of the long day,
Her
eyes, drooping weary from the rays.
She
sits down with a heaving sigh,
And
thinks how all that day did fly.
But
even though with weary back,
From
all the work she did not lack,
Joy
filled her heart to the brim,
When
all the men were healed again.
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