With soul serenely calm
She felt the cherished ties of earth recede
That long had bound her in such fond control,
And with a hymn upon her whitening lip,
A thrilling cadence tremulously sweet,
Into the valley of the shade of death
Entered unshrinkingly.
How blest to rise
With song of praise, unto that tuneful choir
Whose harps are ne'er unstrung, and have no tone