By all who knew her, and they knew her well
In sweet New Haven. ’Twas a favorite place
Where these two sisters loved to walk alone
And commune with the dead; for very near
The sacred spot where now her form was laid,
Two much loved friends were sleeping side by side—
The gifted Martha, and the lovely Jane.[5]
And he who once had led her ardent mind
In search of knowledge[6]—he too slept within
That peaceful grave yard. O, he was a man