On that same form reanimate in Heaven,
Cloth’d in celestial splendors. Anxiously
Th’ assembled crowd gazed on the mourner’s face,
And look’d to see her hang her fainting head,
Whene’er they closed the coffin lid—but, ah!
They did not know the superhuman power
That was at work within her. It was strange,
But it was true, that she was seen to smile
When she was ask’d if she would look once more
Upon her husband’s corse, ere it was hid