XIV <br /> <br />When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, <br />Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, <br />Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load <br />Of Death, call'd Life; which us from Life doth sever <br />Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour <br />Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; <br />But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, <br />Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever. <br />Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best <br />Thy hand-maids, clad them o're with purple beams <br />And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, <br />And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams <br />Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest <br />And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. <br /> <br />Note: Camb. Autograph supplies title, On the Religious <br />Memory of Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, deceased <br />16 Decemb., 1646.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-14/
