1 The golden rule she has pursued,
and did to others as she would others should do to her:
justice composed her upright soul,
justice did all her thoughts control, and formed her character.

2 Affliction, poverty, disease,
drew out her soul in soft distress, the wretched to relieve:
in all the works of love employed,
her sympathizing soul enjoyed the blessedness to give.

3 Her Savior in his members seen,
a stranger she received him in, an hungry Jesus fed,
tended her sick, imprisoned Lord,
and flew in all his wants to afford her ministerial aid.

4 A nursing mother to the poor,
for them she husbanded her store, her life, her all, bestowed;
for them she labored day and night,
in doing good her whole delight, in copying after God.

5 Away, my tears and selfish sighs!
The happy saint in paradise requires us not to mourn;
but rather keep her life in view,
and still her shining steps pursue, till all to God return.