Part 4 — SECTION XV.
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The daughter of the rich man was carried to her grave upon the shoulders of the rich, followed by a crowd of worshipers; and as the body was borne into the Chapel of the Departed, and the procession flowed in, and filled the aisles, the choristers chanted the Requiem for the dead.
Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet secium in favilla,
Teste David cum Sybilla.
“My daughter, oh! my daughter; why wouldst thou die?”
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando Judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.
“Return, oh! return, return again to me.”
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum!
“and thou shalt make me what thou willest.”
Mors stupebit, et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.
“The shining gold is thine, and houses, and lands, and all the glory of life.”
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
“My daughter, oh! my daughter, return again to me.”
Judex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.
“Thy suitors call thee; the music, the dance, the revelry of joy.”
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?
“No voice, no word, no whisper for my ear.”
Rex tremendæ majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis.
“Cold, cold, cold in death!”
Recordare, Jesu pie,
Quod sum causa tuæ viæ,
Ne me perdas illa die.
“Strike up—louder—louder yet.”
Quærens me sedisti lassus,
Redemisti crucem passus,
Tantus labor non sit cassus.
“She loved the noise of trumpets, of sounds harmonious, the bustle of the earth.”
Juste Judex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis,
Ante diem rationis.
“Louder, louder—no voice, no word, no whisper for my ear.”
Ingemisco tamquam reus,
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
“Gone, gone—thus runs the world away!”
Qui Mariam absolvisti,
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem dedisti.
“Poor, poor, poor Anne!”
Precos meæ non sunt dignæ,
Sed tu, bonu, fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremer igne.
“In the grave is sleep and rest.”
Inter oves locum præsta,
Et ab hœdis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.
“Cold sleep, cold rest.”
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.
“Pass on, sweet spirit, to thy waking; if waking there may be.”
Oro supplex, et acclinis;
Cor contritum quasi cinis,
Gere curam mei finis.
“Our father, which art in heaven.”
Lacrymosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla.
“Hallowed be thy name.”
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce Deus.
“Amen.”
We buried Anne, and upon the tablet which marks the place where she is laid I caused to be cut her last words—“We shall spring upward from the ground, winged, and with a power which will bear us swiftly to the throne which endureth forever and forever.”