XIX.
So thought the mourner, watching o’er her dead:
What glorious visions cheer’d her solitude!
What heavenly scenes their peaceful influence shed,
As there she sat in calm and pensive mood!
The glories of the upper world she view’d;
Away from earth on faith’s glad wings she sped,
And saw in many a bright beatitude,
The shining mansions of the sainted dead;
And, deep in silent thought, thus to herself she said: