124 HENRY KIRKE WHITE*S POEMS. 



II. 



While the Virtues thus invviave 

 Mildly soft the thrilling song, 



Winter's long and lonesome eve, 

 Glides unfelt, unseen along. 



Thus when life hath stolen away, 

 And the wintry night is near ; 



Thus shall Virtue's friendly ray. 

 Age's closing eyening cheer. 



