That guards her ashes! Different she consoled,
Hastening in charity, as for relief
The poor unhappy and the orphans knew!
For whom she ever show’d a parent’s care:
They who partook her gifts and kindness true,
Now in long files and slow, thy griefs to share
Silent and mournful on thy steps attend,
Around her tomb; dost thou not hear them? theirs,
Theirs are the tearful sobbings that ascend,
And cries that interrupt the funeral prayers.