Her face was pale, but not a single tear
Roll’d down her cheek, or glisten’d in her eye;
Upon her Father God she cast her care,
And prayed that she his name might glorify;
And thus he gave her strength to see her husband die.
XXXIII.
Shorter and shorter grew the heaving breath;
Dimmer and dimmer grew the failing eye;
Colder and colder grew the pearly wreath
Which seem’d the pallid brow to beautify,