Exulting all together in their dead,
And the grand story of the life she led.
But in the city where her body lay
Great services were held on that fair day:
People by thousands; music to the sky;
Flowers of a garnered season; winding by,
Processions, glorious in rich array,
All massing in the temple where she lay.
Then, when the music rested, rose and stood
Those who could speak of her and count the good,