Cerement

Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, have burst their cerements.

Oh! when his sacred dust The cerements of the tomb shall burst, Might I be worthy at his feet to rise, To yonder blissful skies, Where angel-hosts resplendent shine, Jehovah!—Lord of Hosts, the glory shall be thine.

"Who is the woman in the cerements?", she inconsequently wondered.

The cerements still cling to their wasted frames, but will soon be exchanged for a gayer garb in their passage from the tomb to the temple.