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TOURSTON AND TORRY, PRINTERS.

FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE.

IF on this verse of mine

Those eyes shall ever shine,
Whereto sore-wounded men have looked for life,

Think not that for a rhyme,

Nor yet to fit the time, I name thy name,

- true victress in this strife !
But let it serve to say

That, when we kneel to pray,
Prayers rise for thee thine ear shall never know ;

And that thy gallant deed,

For God, and for our need,
Is in all hearts, as deep as love can go.

'Tis good that thy name springs

From two of Earth's fair things, – A stately city and a soft-voiced bird ;

'Tis well that in all homes,

When thy sweet story comes, And brave eyes fill- that pleasant sounds be heard.

Oh voice ! in night of fear,

As night's bird, soft to hear,
Oh great heart ! raised like city on a hill ;

Oh watcher! worn and pale,

Good Florence Nightingale, Thanks, loving thanks, for thy large work and will !

England is glad of thee, –

Christ for thy charity,
Take thee to joy when hand and heart are still !

SISTERS OF CHARITY,

CATHOLIC AND PROTESTANT,

ABROAD AND AT HOME.

"It is manifest that all the human material which Christian endeavors may be able to mould into order and usefulness, will be required for the growing exigencies of the state.” – Rev. Mr. Clay. (Report on the Preston Jail, 1852.)

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