To the tails of four fierce steeds he bound her,
And he drove them forth across the desert;—
But, where’er a drop of blood fell from her,
There a flower sprang up,—a fragrant flow’ret;
Where her body fell when dead and mangled,
There a church arose from out the desert.
Little time was spent, ere fatal sickness
Fell upon Paul’s youthful wife;—the sickness
Nine long years lay on her,—heavy sickness!
’Midst her bones the matted dog-grass sprouted,