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.