Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep, 
As if humanity were lull'd asleep; 
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath, 
Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, 
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seem'd all calm as its last breath. 
A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast, 
As if some Halcyon were its guest, 
And there had built her nest; 
It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.