Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Russia: Vol. XX. 1876–79. | | | | Crimea (Taurica Chersonesus) | | Florence Nightingale | | Sir Edwin Arnold (1832–1904) |
| | | 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| For God, and for our need, | |
| Is in all hearts, as deep as love can go. | |
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| ’T is good that thy name springs | |
| From two of earth’s fair things,— | |
| A stately city and a soft-voiced bird; | 15 |
| ’T is well that in all homes, | |
| When thy sweet story comes, | |
| And brave eyes fill,—that pleasant sounds be heard. | |
| O voice! in night of fear, | |
| As night’s bird, soft to hear; | 20 |
| O great heart! raised like city on a hill; | |
| O watcher! worn and pale, | |
| Good Florence Nightingale, | |
| Thanks, loving thanks, for thy large work and will! | |
| England is glad of thee,— | 25 |
| Christ, for thy charity, | |
| Take thee to joy when hand and heart are still! | | | | |
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