"Calmly the happy days flew on,
Unnumbered in their flight."
Anon.
"Moon the shroud shall lap thee fast,
And the sleep be on thee cast,
That shall ne'er know waking.
Haste thee, haste thee to be gone!
Earth flits fast, and time draws on--
Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan,
Day is near the breaking."