A happy spirit—grief and anguish o’er—
All suff’rings ended—all her sins forgiven—
Safe landed on that bright immortal shore
Beyond cold Jordan’s stream! O, never more
Could mortal sickness waste her feeble frame!
No, sister, no! Death had no further power
To harm thee. Like a long forgotten dream
Did all thy woes—thy pains—thine earthly sorrows seem.
XXXIV.
There was a deathlike stillness—but the truth