When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load Of death, called life; which us from life doth sever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endeavour Stayed not behind, nor in the grave were trod; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so dressed, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. |