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Emma Lazarus - Florence NightingaleEmma Lazarus - Florence Nightingale
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UPON the whitewashed walls A woman`s shadow falls, A woman walketh o`er the darksome floors. A soft, angelic smile Lighteth her face the while, In passing through the dismal corridors. And now and then there slips A word from out her lips, More sweet and grateful to those listening ears Than the most plaintive tale Of the sad nightingale, Whose name and tenderness this woman bears. Her presence in the room Of agony and gloom, No fretful murmurs, no coarse words profane; For while she standeth there, All words are hushed save prayer; She seems God`s angel weeping o`er man`s pain. And some of them arise, With eager, tearful eyes, From off their couch to see her passing by. Some, e`en too weak for this, Can only stoop and kiss Her shadow, and fall back content to die. No monument of stone Needs this heroic one,— Her name is graven on each noble heart; And in all after years Her praise will be the tears Which at that name from quivering lids will start. And those who live not now, To see the sainted brow, And the angelic smile before it flits for aye, They in the future age Will kiss the storied page Whereon the shadow of her life will lie.
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