Classic Poem

When Faith and Love which parted from thee never,
Had rip'n'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resigne this earthy load
Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever.
Thy Works and Almes, and all thy good Endeavor
Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But as Faith pointed with her golden rod,
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best
Thy handmaids, clad them o're with purple beames
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And spake the truth of thee in glorious theames
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bidd thee rest,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streames.