Virtuous Age

As early youth in brightness vies,
With advent of the day,
When Sol first opes his golden eyes,
And chases night away.

So may the virtuous man compare,
In his declining day,
With setting sun, in ev'ning fair,
Passing from earth away.

And though his face no more we see,
He still reflects his light,
And shines with glorious majesty,
In other realms more bright.

And still his light doth ne'er decline,
But gath'ring up fresh store,
Through ages yet to come, shall shine,
And shine, forever more.