in a serene pose she lay, on her passing day
life's brow creases did fade, on her passing day
all of her suffering went away, to death's tranquil bay
sleep eternal being made, when she drifted on the day
her hands clasp as if to pray, repose's psalm did so say
departing for heaven's glade, peaceful was her day
rest perpetual in array, a quietude still of stay
the face beautifully bade, with an expiring day*
a body hushed of May, her forever allay
*profound the slumber's lade, Ada's final day