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FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE AND HER PRAISERS.
If you debase the sex to elevate
One of like soul and temper with the rest,
You do but wrong a thousand fervent hearts,
To pay full tribute to one generous breast.
One of like soul and temper with the rest,
You do but wrong a thousand fervent hearts,
To pay full tribute to one generous breast.
Mercy belongs to us from ancient days—
Yea—when the Human and Divine did part,
God left the boon of pity to the world,
And left it garnered in a woman's heart.
Yea—when the Human and Divine did part,
God left the boon of pity to the world,
And left it garnered in a woman's heart.
In the old warrior times of feud and fire,
When the fierce world in armour watched and slept,
Maidens, high-hearted, left the sumptuous court,
And with pure hands the sick man's pillow kept.
When the fierce world in armour watched and slept,
Maidens, high-hearted, left the sumptuous court,
And with pure hands the sick man's pillow kept.
In those rude ages, they were fain to shield
Their holy virtue 'neath monastic vows,
Now, England's daughter, without fear or blush,
To the wide world her valiant zeal avows.
Their holy virtue 'neath monastic vows,
Now, England's daughter, without fear or blush,
To the wide world her valiant zeal avows.
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Nay, frailer women, strong in love alone,
Have followed as the blast of battle led,
Pressing on spear and sword the ill-armed breast,
Content to perish where their soldier bled.
Have followed as the blast of battle led,
Pressing on spear and sword the ill-armed breast,
Content to perish where their soldier bled.
She has sprung forward, an enfranchised stream
That runs its errand in the face of day;
And where new blessings mark its course benign,
Men yield approval to th' unwonted way.
That runs its errand in the face of day;
And where new blessings mark its course benign,
Men yield approval to th' unwonted way.
But she had freedom—hearts akin to hers
Are held as springs shut up, as fountains sealed,
The weighty masonry of life must part
Before their hidden virtue be revealed.
Are held as springs shut up, as fountains sealed,
The weighty masonry of life must part
Before their hidden virtue be revealed.
Women who weave in hope the daily web,
Who leave the deadly depths of passion pure,
Who hold the stormy powers of will attent,
As Heaven directs, to act, or to endure;
Who leave the deadly depths of passion pure,
Who hold the stormy powers of will attent,
As Heaven directs, to act, or to endure;
No multitude strews branches in their way,
Not in their praise the loud arena strives,
Still as a flameless incense rises up
The costly patience of their offered lives.
Not in their praise the loud arena strives,
Still as a flameless incense rises up
The costly patience of their offered lives.
Such love bears not the sunlight on its breast,
But by the devious conduit underneath,
It reaches you, unrecognized, unknown
Save in the brow suffused, and dewy breath.
But by the devious conduit underneath,
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Save in the brow suffused, and dewy breath.
Then count not the heroic heart alone
In those whom action and result make great,
Since the sublime of Nature's excellence
Lies in enduring, as achieving Fate.
In those whom action and result make great,
Since the sublime of Nature's excellence
Lies in enduring, as achieving Fate.
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