"Bless me! I die, and not a warning giv'n, —
" With  to do on Earth, and  for Heav'n! —
"No reparation for my soul's affairs,
" No leave petition'd for the barn's repairs;
"Accounts perplex'd, my interest yet unpaid,
" My mind unsettled, and my will unmade; —
"A lawyer haste, and in your way, a priest;
" And let me die in one good work at least. "
She spake, and, trembling, dropp'd upon her knees,
Heaven in her eye and in her hand her keys;
And still the more she found her life decay,
With greater force she grasp'd those signs of sway:
Then fell and died! — In haste her sons drew near,
And dropp'd, in haste, the tributary tear,
Then from th' adhering clasp the keys unbound,
And consolation for their sorrows found.