_Suggested by a Photograph of Nurse Cavell._
A winsome woman, trig and neat,
Love, kindness, beaming in her eyes;
In toil through day and watch by night,
She makes of self a sacrifice.
Her coming, like the golden beam
Of sunlight in a darkened room,
Brings comfort to the sufferer's heart,
Her brightness banishing the gloom.
Her youth and pride of womanhood,
With all their joys are put away;
Her Christ-like life she dedicates
And gives for frail humanity.
We find her in our dear homeland,
In ward and mansion, cot and hall;
We find her on the stricken field,
Where sorely wounded heroes fall:
Ready to play her angel part,
And tyrants' evil power defy,
For honour, justice, love and truth,
Prepared at any time to die.
Then let us all revere the nurse,
For virtues great and manifold;
Her worth to us could not be weighed
In shining bars of purest gold.