Classic Poem

How did she leave the world? with what contempt?
Just as she in it liv'd, and so exempt
From all affection! When they urg'd the cure
Of her disease, how did her soul assure
Her suff'rings, as the body had been away!
And to the torturers (her doctors) say,
Stick on your cupping-glasses, fear not, put
Your hottest caustics to, burn, lance, or cut:
'Tis but a body which you can torment,
And I, into the world, all soul, was sent!
Then comforted her lord, and blest her son;
Cheer'd her fair sisters in her race to run;
With gladness temper'd her sad parents' tears;
Made her friends joys, to get above their fears.
And, in her last act, taught the standers-by,
With admiration and applause, to die!