The imagination now collects its diminished strength, and the eye of faith opens wide.
"Friends! do not stand thus fixed in sorrow around this bed of death.

Why are you so still and silent?
Fear not to move; you cannot disturb the visions that enchant this holy spirit.

She heeds you not; already she sees the spirits of the just advancing together to receive a kindred soul.

She is going to add another to the myriads of the just, that are every moment crowding into the portals of heaven.

She is entering on a noble life.
Already she cries to you from the regions of bliss.