The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XXI

Now at the couch of sickness would she stand,
With that sweet lesson, like a lamp from high,
While Truth uplifts her awe-inspiring hand,
Mercy with gentler accents would draw nigh,
" Twere good with Christ to suffer and to die ;':
And when the soul, by sickness all unwound,
O'er the expanse is shaken tremblingly,
She then discloses 'neath her girdle bound
A golden key, and cries, " I have a ransom found."