Death fell upon him, while reclined he lay
For noontide solace on the summer grass,
The warm lap of his mother earth:[IN] and so,
Their lenient term of separation past,
That family (whose graves you there behold)
By yet a higher privilege once more
Were gathered to each other."[IO]
Calm of mind
And silence waited on these closing words;
Until the Wanderer (whether moved by fear