A woman in this short lyric is suddenly filled with a quiet, profound happiness — so deep it feels holy, like a sacrament. Her daily cares have shifted; she's now light, as if just learning to move through air. If tears come, they are tears of bliss, because she's overwhelmed that heaven would allow someone as meek and unassuming as her to serve such a blessed fate. The language is simple yet charged with reverence, echoing the quiet astonishment of receiving an undeserved gift. The poem creates a mood of tender awe, a hushed wonder at being lifted into a new, sacred ease where ordinary life becomes radiant and even sorrow turns into joy.
She's happy, with a new Content -- — Summary
She's happy, with a new Content -- That feels to her -- like Sacrament -- She's busy -- with an altered Care -- As just apprenticed to the Air --
She's tearful -- if she weep at all -- For blissful Causes -- Most of all That Heaven permit so meek as her -- To such a Fate -- to Minister.