The Lady With the Lamp:
The Legacy of Florence Nightingale       and the Evolution of Nursing
  • Home
    • Thesis
  • Historical Background
  • Leadership
    • The Crimean War
    • Liverpool Workhouse Infirmary
  • Legacy
    • Florence Nightingale School of Nursing and Midwifery
  • The Red Cross
    • Conclusion
  • Annotated Bibliography
  • Process Paper

Conclusion

Florence Nightingale died on August 13, 1910. She improved the conditions of workhouse infirmaries, cut the cost of patient care, and increased the pay of nurses.  Nightingale ameliorated the conditions of the Scutari Barracks and was revered as the hero of the Crimean War.  She created a school to train women to become nurses and began what is known as professional nursing.  Without her courage and leadership, many more soldiers would have died in the war and workhouse infirmaries would still be in horrid conditions. Florence Nightingale left her legacy in nursing. 
"At Florence Nightingale's house, London. July the 30th, 1890. When I am no longer even a memory, just a name, I hope my voice may perpetuate the great work of my life. God bless my dear old comrades of Balaclava and bring them safe to shore. Florence Nightingale."
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"Grave of Florence Nightingale in St. Margaret Church in East Wellow, England." Photo by JoAnn Widerquist
"Florence Nightingale" (2008). Directed by Norman Stone.

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Florence Nightingale
By Francis Bennock


With lofty song we love to cheer
The hearts of daring men;
Applauded thus, they gladly hear
The trumpet's call again.
But now we sing of lowly deeds
Devoted to the brave,
Where she, who stems the wound that bleeds,
A heroe's life may save:
And heroes saved, exulting, tell
How well her voice they knew:
How sorrow near it could not dwell,
But spread its wings and flew!
Neglected, dying in despair,
They lay till woman came
To soothe them with her gentle care,
And feed life's flickering flame.
When wounded sore, on fever's rack,
Or cast away as slain,
She called their fluttering spirits back,
And gave them strength again.
'Twas grief to miss the passing face
That suffering could dispel:
But joy to turn and kiss the place
On which her shadow fell.
When words of wrath profaning rung,
She moved with pitying grace;
Her presence still'd the wildest tongue,
And holy made the place.
They knew that they were cared for then --
Their eyes forgot their tears;
In dreamy sleep they lost their pain,
And thought of early years --
Of early years, when all was fair,
Of faces sweet and pale..
They woke: the Angel bending there
Was: Florence Nightingale!..
Annotated Bibliography
Gopi Lukhi
Senior Individual Website
National History Day 2015
Word Count: 1,199