And from the holy book he reads, how “blessed are the dead;”
See joy upon the mother’s face! see rapture in her eye!
Pale Death! O, where is now thy sting? where, Grave! thy victory?
And from the volume in his hands, O, list! and hear him tell,
How once a mother and a wife did answer, “It is well.”
Yes—when the holy man of God asked, “Is it well with thee,
And with thy husband and thy child?” thus sweetly answered she.
Now see upon that mourner’s face, what radiant smiles do steal!
She moves her lips—what does she say? She whispers, “It is well.”
Blessed religion of the skies! O blessed hope of Heaven!