On a dark lonely night on the Crimea's dread shore There had been bloodshed and strife on the morning before, The dead and the dying lay bleeding around, Some crying for help -- there's none to be found; And God in His mercy He pity'd their cries, And the soldiers so cheerful in the morning do rise, So forward my lads, may your hearts never fail, You're cheered by the presence of Miss Nightingale. * * * Her heart it means good -- for no bounty she'll take, She'd lay down her life for the poor soldier's sake, She prayed for the dying, gave peace to the brave, She felt that a soldier had a soul to be saved; The wounded they lov'd her, as it has been seen, She's the soldier's preserver, they call her their queen, May God give her strength, and her heart never fail, One of Heaven's best gifts is Miss Nightingale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE WAY TO ARCADY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |